I just got a really sweet message from a girl I went on a trip with and it just gave me all of the feelings. She’s such a sweetheart and I love her (in a platonic sense), she’s so quirky and fucking smart as hell. Honestly how do I become so lucky as to meet such fantastic and intelligent people; I love you people seriously.
sometimes i wonder what my teachers’ otps are.
what if teachers shipped their students
ship wars in the staff room
anonymous hate mail in other teachers’ assignment boxes
fanfiction written by english teachers, fanart drawn by art teachers
the real edgy teachers write teacher/student fics and hope the school board doesn’t find out
(the school board knows and eagerly awaits each new chapter)
- 9pm: "I'm going to bed now."
- 10pm: "I'm going to bed now."
- 11pm: "I'm going to bed now."
- 12am: "I'm going to bed now."
- 1am: "I'm going to bed now."
- 2am: "I'm going to bed now."
- 3am: "FUCK."
- 4am: "FUCK."
- 5am: "OKAY."
i’m going back home tomorrow… however briefly, i definitely wanna see a few people i think.
ALL OF THE SHIP CHOICES MY DEAR~<3
all of my feelings for Zutara and Tang, seriously it’s painful. You brought back a swell of feelings I had foolishly thought were under control
Alright stop right there. Take a look at the first part of that sentence.
You’re telling folks that their equality, their status as a fully formed human being, is something they have to earn, something you have to approve of, something they are not automatically entitled to.
I don’t care who you are, who you’re talking to, or what the second half of that sentence is. You’re wrong.