Did i ever tell y’all the story of how one year my family picked up a hitchhiker in the middle of nowhere (like you do) and just..drove him to my grandma’s house for thanksgiving and he stayed with us for the whole weekend and my grandmere was So concerned that like…he wasn’t getting enough food she made a whole extra pie and pierogies just for him, ofc some to take on the way back. And he just ate with us like the 12+ ppl that consist of my family and dave who we picked up from the road. Now this man had. Nothing on him except his clothes and wallet like no backpack…nothing. so she also gave him some of my grandpa’s clothes and it was a little awkward but he was nice and funny and at the end of the weekend we offered to take him back or anywhere he needed to go (mind you we drove him like…7 hours away from where we picked him up) and he was just like…“nah just drop me off where you found me” and so we did and i never saw or heard from him again and thats how im pretty sure i met an immortal
@ fae side of tumblr please explain what kind of deity i interacted with
I’m pretty sure your family is the fae in this situation
My boyfriend and I were downtown and he saw fresh sunflowers, which is his best friend’s favorite flower, and he not only bought one for him but had me drive him to his best friends house so he could surprise him with it and I just think this is the type of male friendship that should be normalized
Not Yelling At Children is Better Than Yelling At Children, More At 11
wrong. every one of our parents were yelled at and beaten by their parents, children born before 1980 were employed by 16, living on there own and 18-20 years old, and could list all of their jobs they worked at before turning 30 on a flash card.
children born after 1980 are rarely beaten or yelled at, and their generations have staggeringly high unemployment rates, low income, and homelessness rates.
expand your research a little more than a cliff note, before you tell me how to raise my child.
is my PhD in childhood studies an expansive enough research base to tell you you’re an abuse apologist, most likely an abuser yourself, and just generally an all-around asshole whose full understanding of economics, sociology, and basic human decency would struggle to fill up your own dumbass flash card
i am so tired of peeing. i drink the water, which i apparently need to live or something, then i have to go put the water somewhere else five minutes later. i drink the water, i go to a place to un-drink the water, i wash my hands, i leave, then i have to drink more water. guess where that water ends up? not in me! i give the water to my body and like a child it tosses it out and demands more. all hours of the day all hours of the night no matter what i am doing my life is interrupted by piss and this is bullshit
This sounds like it was written by a powerful being that is trapped in a human vessel and keeps having their plans thwarted by bathroom breaks.
Captain-Radioactive-Mentality 