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        bogleech:

lynati:

movemequotes:

Once a little boy went to school.One morningThe teacher said:“Today we are going to make a picture.”“Good!” thought the little boy.He liked to make all kinds;Lions and tigers,Chickens and cows,Trains and boats;And he took out his box of crayonsAnd began to draw.
But the teacher said, “Wait!”“It is not time to begin!”And she waited until everyone looked ready.“Now,” said the teacher,“We are going to make flowers.”“Good!” thought the little boy,He liked to make beautiful onesWith his pink and orange and blue crayons.But the teacher said “Wait!”“And I will show you how.”And it was red, with a green stem.“There,” said the teacher,“Now you may begin.”
The little boy looked at his teacher’s flowerThen he looked at his own flower.He liked his flower better than the teacher’sBut he did not say this.He just turned his paper over,And made a flower like the teacher’s.It was red, with a green stem.
On another dayThe teacher said:“Today we are going to make something with clay.”“Good!” thought the little boy;He liked clay.He could make all kinds of things with clay:Snakes and snowmen,Elephants and mice,Cars and trucksAnd he began to pull and pinchHis ball of clay.
But the teacher said, “Wait!”“It is not time to begin!”And she waited until everyone looked ready.“Now,” said the teacher,“We are going to make a dish.”“Good!” thought the little boy,He liked to make dishes.And he began to make someThat were all shapes and sizes.
But the teacher said “Wait!”“And I will show you how.”And she showed everyone how to makeOne deep dish.“There,” said the teacher,“Now you may begin.”
The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish;Then he looked at his own.He liked his better than the teacher’sBut he did not say this.He just rolled his clay into a big ball againAnd made a dish like the teacher’s.It was a deep dish.
And pretty soonThe little boy learned to wait,And to watchAnd to make things just like the teacher.And pretty soonHe didn’t make things of his own anymore.
Then it happenedThat the little boy and his familyMoved to another house,In another city,And the little boyHad to go to another school.
The teacher said:“Today we are going to make a picture.”“Good!” thought the little boy.And he waited for the teacherTo tell what to do.But the teacher didn’t say anything.She just walked around the room.
When she came to the little boyShe asked, “Don’t you want to make a picture?”“Yes,” said the little boy.“What are we going to make?”“I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher.“How shall I make it?” asked the little boy.“Why, anyway you like,” said the teacher.“And any color?” asked the little boy.“Any color,” said the teacher.And he began to make a red flower with a green stem.
~Helen Buckley, The Little Boy

…


I hate that I hesitated to reblog this just because I expect people to think it’s pretentious or melodramatic when it’s seriously real as fuck and I’ve witnessed it
: bogleech:

lynati:

movemequotes:

Once a little boy went to school.One morningThe teacher said:“Today we are going to make a picture.”“Good!” thought the little boy.He liked to make all kinds;Lions and tigers,Chickens and cows,Trains and boats;And he took out his box of crayonsAnd began to draw.
But the teacher said, “Wait!”“It is not time to begin!”And she waited until everyone looked ready.“Now,” said the teacher,“We are going to make flowers.”“Good!” thought the little boy,He liked to make beautiful onesWith his pink and orange and blue crayons.But the teacher said “Wait!”“And I will show you how.”And it was red, with a green stem.“There,” said the teacher,“Now you may begin.”
The little boy looked at his teacher’s flowerThen he looked at his own flower.He liked his flower better than the teacher’sBut he did not say this.He just turned his paper over,And made a flower like the teacher’s.It was red, with a green stem.
On another dayThe teacher said:“Today we are going to make something with clay.”“Good!” thought the little boy;He liked clay.He could make all kinds of things with clay:Snakes and snowmen,Elephants and mice,Cars and trucksAnd he began to pull and pinchHis ball of clay.
But the teacher said, “Wait!”“It is not time to begin!”And she waited until everyone looked ready.“Now,” said the teacher,“We are going to make a dish.”“Good!” thought the little boy,He liked to make dishes.And he began to make someThat were all shapes and sizes.
But the teacher said “Wait!”“And I will show you how.”And she showed everyone how to makeOne deep dish.“There,” said the teacher,“Now you may begin.”
The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish;Then he looked at his own.He liked his better than the teacher’sBut he did not say this.He just rolled his clay into a big ball againAnd made a dish like the teacher’s.It was a deep dish.
And pretty soonThe little boy learned to wait,And to watchAnd to make things just like the teacher.And pretty soonHe didn’t make things of his own anymore.
Then it happenedThat the little boy and his familyMoved to another house,In another city,And the little boyHad to go to another school.
The teacher said:“Today we are going to make a picture.”“Good!” thought the little boy.And he waited for the teacherTo tell what to do.But the teacher didn’t say anything.She just walked around the room.
When she came to the little boyShe asked, “Don’t you want to make a picture?”“Yes,” said the little boy.“What are we going to make?”“I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher.“How shall I make it?” asked the little boy.“Why, anyway you like,” said the teacher.“And any color?” asked the little boy.“Any color,” said the teacher.And he began to make a red flower with a green stem.
~Helen Buckley, The Little Boy

…


I hate that I hesitated to reblog this just because I expect people to think it’s pretentious or melodramatic when it’s seriously real as fuck and I’ve witnessed it

        

            
            

                
                
                    bogleech:

lynati:

movemequotes:

Once a little boy went to school.One morningThe teacher said:“Today we are going to make a picture.”“Good!” thought the little boy.He liked to make all kinds;Lions and tigers,Chickens and cows,Trains and boats;And he took out his box of crayonsAnd began to draw.
But the teacher said, “Wait!”“It is not time to begin!”And she waited until everyone looked ready.“Now,” said the teacher,“We are going to make flowers.”“Good!” thought the little boy,He liked to make beautiful onesWith his pink and orange and blue crayons.But the teacher said “Wait!”“And I will show you how.”And it was red, with a green stem.“There,” said the teacher,“Now you may begin.”
The little boy looked at his teacher’s flowerThen he looked at his own flower.He liked his flower better than the teacher’sBut he did not say this.He just turned his paper over,And made a flower like the teacher’s.It was red, with a green stem.
On another dayThe teacher said:“Today we are going to make something with clay.”“Good!” thought the little boy;He liked clay.He could make all kinds of things with clay:Snakes and snowmen,Elephants and mice,Cars and trucksAnd he began to pull and pinchHis ball of clay.
But the teacher said, “Wait!”“It is not time to begin!”And she waited until everyone looked ready.“Now,” said the teacher,“We are going to make a dish.”“Good!” thought the little boy,He liked to make dishes.And he began to make someThat were all shapes and sizes.
But the teacher said “Wait!”“And I will show you how.”And she showed everyone how to makeOne deep dish.“There,” said the teacher,“Now you may begin.”
The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish;Then he looked at his own.He liked his better than the teacher’sBut he did not say this.He just rolled his clay into a big ball againAnd made a dish like the teacher’s.It was a deep dish.
And pretty soonThe little boy learned to wait,And to watchAnd to make things just like the teacher.And pretty soonHe didn’t make things of his own anymore.
Then it happenedThat the little boy and his familyMoved to another house,In another city,And the little boyHad to go to another school.
The teacher said:“Today we are going to make a picture.”“Good!” thought the little boy.And he waited for the teacherTo tell what to do.But the teacher didn’t say anything.She just walked around the room.
When she came to the little boyShe asked, “Don’t you want to make a picture?”“Yes,” said the little boy.“What are we going to make?”“I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher.“How shall I make it?” asked the little boy.“Why, anyway you like,” said the teacher.“And any color?” asked the little boy.“Any color,” said the teacher.And he began to make a red flower with a green stem.
~Helen Buckley, The Little Boy

…


I hate that I hesitated to reblog this just because I expect people to think it’s pretentious or melodramatic when it’s seriously real as fuck and I’ve witnessed it
: bogleech:

lynati:

movemequotes:

Once a little boy went to school.One morningThe teacher said:“Today we are going to make a picture.”“Good!” thought the little boy.He liked to make all kinds;Lions and tigers,Chickens and cows,Trains and boats;And he took out his box of crayonsAnd began to draw.
But the teacher said, “Wait!”“It is not time to begin!”And she waited until everyone looked ready.“Now,” said the teacher,“We are going to make flowers.”“Good!” thought the little boy,He liked to make beautiful onesWith his pink and orange and blue crayons.But the teacher said “Wait!”“And I will show you how.”And it was red, with a green stem.“There,” said the teacher,“Now you may begin.”
The little boy looked at his teacher’s flowerThen he looked at his own flower.He liked his flower better than the teacher’sBut he did not say this.He just turned his paper over,And made a flower like the teacher’s.It was red, with a green stem.
On another dayThe teacher said:“Today we are going to make something with clay.”“Good!” thought the little boy;He liked clay.He could make all kinds of things with clay:Snakes and snowmen,Elephants and mice,Cars and trucksAnd he began to pull and pinchHis ball of clay.
But the teacher said, “Wait!”“It is not time to begin!”And she waited until everyone looked ready.“Now,” said the teacher,“We are going to make a dish.”“Good!” thought the little boy,He liked to make dishes.And he began to make someThat were all shapes and sizes.
But the teacher said “Wait!”“And I will show you how.”And she showed everyone how to makeOne deep dish.“There,” said the teacher,“Now you may begin.”
The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish;Then he looked at his own.He liked his better than the teacher’sBut he did not say this.He just rolled his clay into a big ball againAnd made a dish like the teacher’s.It was a deep dish.
And pretty soonThe little boy learned to wait,And to watchAnd to make things just like the teacher.And pretty soonHe didn’t make things of his own anymore.
Then it happenedThat the little boy and his familyMoved to another house,In another city,And the little boyHad to go to another school.
The teacher said:“Today we are going to make a picture.”“Good!” thought the little boy.And he waited for the teacherTo tell what to do.But the teacher didn’t say anything.She just walked around the room.
When she came to the little boyShe asked, “Don’t you want to make a picture?”“Yes,” said the little boy.“What are we going to make?”“I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher.“How shall I make it?” asked the little boy.“Why, anyway you like,” said the teacher.“And any color?” asked the little boy.“Any color,” said the teacher.And he began to make a red flower with a green stem.
~Helen Buckley, The Little Boy

…


I hate that I hesitated to reblog this just because I expect people to think it’s pretentious or melodramatic when it’s seriously real as fuck and I’ve witnessed it

                    
                
            

            
            
        

    

    

        
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        hogwartsaheadcanon:
college-survivalguide:

xiphoidprocess:

witch-of-form:

draythebaemalfoy:

marvilcomicsrock:

sonianeverlime:

justdoitdaily-fitblr:

grilledcheese-samwich:

finals

im actually speechless

I actually did this for math finals

For my English essay we were allowed a sheet of notes so I literally spent a week developing THE perfect essay and then summarising each paragraph into one line of shorthand in tiny writing 100%, A*

in US Government last year our teacher said we could have one notecard to use as a cheat sheet and gave us a whole packet (meaning like 10 pages) of things that would be on our test. he said, and i quote, “there is no way to fit everything youre going to need on there so you better study” i fit every last piece of info on that card and didnt study at alli got an a
moral of the story: dont tell me what i can and cannot do

before my midterm in Modern Physics, my teacher told us a story about how one kid kept switching glasses during an exam. he walked over and the kid had red glasses and blue glasses and kept switching between them because he wrote his notecard in red and blue ink. he made a 3d note card.

y’all do realize, that with the intense effort it takes to plan and create these sheets, that you’re studying, right? you’re totally studying. love, a TA.


The best way to study even if you can’t bring a cheat sheet is to make a cheat sheet and write everything you would write on one if you could have one. It’s an awesome method!


‘but what you’re doing here is studying. its still studying, that exact thing you didnt want to do before…?’
‘yeah but see this is powered by hubris and spite, so like… it’s better’
: hogwartsaheadcanon:
college-survivalguide:

xiphoidprocess:

witch-of-form:

draythebaemalfoy:

marvilcomicsrock:

sonianeverlime:

justdoitdaily-fitblr:

grilledcheese-samwich:

finals

im actually speechless

I actually did this for math finals

For my English essay we were allowed a sheet of notes so I literally spent a week developing THE perfect essay and then summarising each paragraph into one line of shorthand in tiny writing 100%, A*

in US Government last year our teacher said we could have one notecard to use as a cheat sheet and gave us a whole packet (meaning like 10 pages) of things that would be on our test. he said, and i quote, “there is no way to fit everything youre going to need on there so you better study” i fit every last piece of info on that card and didnt study at alli got an a
moral of the story: dont tell me what i can and cannot do

before my midterm in Modern Physics, my teacher told us a story about how one kid kept switching glasses during an exam. he walked over and the kid had red glasses and blue glasses and kept switching between them because he wrote his notecard in red and blue ink. he made a 3d note card.

y’all do realize, that with the intense effort it takes to plan and create these sheets, that you’re studying, right? you’re totally studying. love, a TA.


The best way to study even if you can’t bring a cheat sheet is to make a cheat sheet and write everything you would write on one if you could have one. It’s an awesome method!


‘but what you’re doing here is studying. its still studying, that exact thing you didnt want to do before…?’
‘yeah but see this is powered by hubris and spite, so like… it’s better’

        

            
            

                
                
                    hogwartsaheadcanon:
college-survivalguide:

xiphoidprocess:

witch-of-form:

draythebaemalfoy:

marvilcomicsrock:

sonianeverlime:

justdoitdaily-fitblr:

grilledcheese-samwich:

finals

im actually speechless

I actually did this for math finals

For my English essay we were allowed a sheet of notes so I literally spent a week developing THE perfect essay and then summarising each paragraph into one line of shorthand in tiny writing 100%, A*

in US Government last year our teacher said we could have one notecard to use as a cheat sheet and gave us a whole packet (meaning like 10 pages) of things that would be on our test. he said, and i quote, “there is no way to fit everything youre going to need on there so you better study” i fit every last piece of info on that card and didnt study at alli got an a
moral of the story: dont tell me what i can and cannot do

before my midterm in Modern Physics, my teacher told us a story about how one kid kept switching glasses during an exam. he walked over and the kid had red glasses and blue glasses and kept switching between them because he wrote his notecard in red and blue ink. he made a 3d note card.

y’all do realize, that with the intense effort it takes to plan and create these sheets, that you’re studying, right? you’re totally studying. love, a TA.


The best way to study even if you can’t bring a cheat sheet is to make a cheat sheet and write everything you would write on one if you could have one. It’s an awesome method!


‘but what you’re doing here is studying. its still studying, that exact thing you didnt want to do before…?’
‘yeah but see this is powered by hubris and spite, so like… it’s better’
: hogwartsaheadcanon:
college-survivalguide:

xiphoidprocess:

witch-of-form:

draythebaemalfoy:

marvilcomicsrock:

sonianeverlime:

justdoitdaily-fitblr:

grilledcheese-samwich:

finals

im actually speechless

I actually did this for math finals

For my English essay we were allowed a sheet of notes so I literally spent a week developing THE perfect essay and then summarising each paragraph into one line of shorthand in tiny writing 100%, A*

in US Government last year our teacher said we could have one notecard to use as a cheat sheet and gave us a whole packet (meaning like 10 pages) of things that would be on our test. he said, and i quote, “there is no way to fit everything youre going to need on there so you better study” i fit every last piece of info on that card and didnt study at alli got an a
moral of the story: dont tell me what i can and cannot do

before my midterm in Modern Physics, my teacher told us a story about how one kid kept switching glasses during an exam. he walked over and the kid had red glasses and blue glasses and kept switching between them because he wrote his notecard in red and blue ink. he made a 3d note card.

y’all do realize, that with the intense effort it takes to plan and create these sheets, that you’re studying, right? you’re totally studying. love, a TA.


The best way to study even if you can’t bring a cheat sheet is to make a cheat sheet and write everything you would write on one if you could have one. It’s an awesome method!


‘but what you’re doing here is studying. its still studying, that exact thing you didnt want to do before…?’
‘yeah but see this is powered by hubris and spite, so like… it’s better’

                    
                
            

            
                
                
hogwartsaheadcanon:
college-survivalguide:

xiphoidprocess:

witch-of-form:

draythebaemalfoy:

marvilcomicsrock:

sonianeverlime:

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        captain-snark:

kedreeva:
kedreeva:

Sigh.
It’s February 16th. They made it 2 weeks longer than last year at least.
I have been explaining to them that it’s FEBRUARY and that February is NOT the time to lay eggs and they had been doing REALLY GOOD and not laying any eggs and then SARK went out today and let them out and told them it was warming up, time to lay eggs, and I shit you not, I walked out tonight to lock them up and found this in the nest box.
I’m going to crack this over his head while he sleeps, for betraying me like this :|

Because the temperatures outside are currently below freezing, which means that the eggs either freeze or at least get cold enough that the gametes die and the eggs cannot be hatched. Since peafowl only lay a few eggs a year (each hen will lay…. maybe 30 eggs in a year), it’s bad to lose a good portion of them to cold for no reason.

me: it’s a duck!also me: …egg…it’s a eggalso me: S’not even a duck egg: captain-snark:

kedreeva:
kedreeva:

Sigh.
It’s February 16th. They made it 2 weeks longer than last year at least.
I have been explaining to them that it’s FEBRUARY and that February is NOT the time to lay eggs and they had been doing REALLY GOOD and not laying any eggs and then SARK went out today and let them out and told them it was warming up, time to lay eggs, and I shit you not, I walked out tonight to lock them up and found this in the nest box.
I’m going to crack this over his head while he sleeps, for betraying me like this :|

Because the temperatures outside are currently below freezing, which means that the eggs either freeze or at least get cold enough that the gametes die and the eggs cannot be hatched. Since peafowl only lay a few eggs a year (each hen will lay…. maybe 30 eggs in a year), it’s bad to lose a good portion of them to cold for no reason.

me: it’s a duck!also me: …egg…it’s a eggalso me: S’not even a duck egg
        

            
            

                
                
                    captain-snark:

kedreeva:
kedreeva:

Sigh.
It’s February 16th. They made it 2 weeks longer than last year at least.
I have been explaining to them that it’s FEBRUARY and that February is NOT the time to lay eggs and they had been doing REALLY GOOD and not laying any eggs and then SARK went out today and let them out and told them it was warming up, time to lay eggs, and I shit you not, I walked out tonight to lock them up and found this in the nest box.
I’m going to crack this over his head while he sleeps, for betraying me like this :|

Because the temperatures outside are currently below freezing, which means that the eggs either freeze or at least get cold enough that the gametes die and the eggs cannot be hatched. Since peafowl only lay a few eggs a year (each hen will lay…. maybe 30 eggs in a year), it’s bad to lose a good portion of them to cold for no reason.

me: it’s a duck!also me: …egg…it’s a eggalso me: S’not even a duck egg: captain-snark:

kedreeva:
kedreeva:

Sigh.
It’s February 16th. They made it 2 weeks longer than last year at least.
I have been explaining to them that it’s FEBRUARY and that February is NOT the time to lay eggs and they had been doing REALLY GOOD and not laying any eggs and then SARK went out today and let them out and told them it was warming up, time to lay eggs, and I shit you not, I walked out tonight to lock them up and found this in the nest box.
I’m going to crack this over his head while he sleeps, for betraying me like this :|

Because the temperatures outside are currently below freezing, which means that the eggs either freeze or at least get cold enough that the gametes die and the eggs cannot be hatched. Since peafowl only lay a few eggs a year (each hen will lay…. maybe 30 eggs in a year), it’s bad to lose a good portion of them to cold for no reason.

me: it’s a duck!also me: …egg…it’s a eggalso me: S’not even a duck egg
                    
                
            

            
            
        

    

    

        
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        coloradoqueen:

kingofrunes:

yourshipsaregross:

disgustinganimals:

pizzacatsandboobs:

kaible:

This is one of my favorite posts because that cat’s fucking name is fucking meatloaf

Let us just appreciate that this person’s dad didn’t know when they would be home and so he couldn’t plan for them to be able to join the family for dinner, but he knew with no doubts that dear sweet Meatloaf staying in that exact position for hours was an absolute in this scenario. Truly, that cat was named well.

one of my favorite posts on tumblr over the course of 5 fucking years.. clearly i need a life

Meatloaf is a reliable cat and did not steal the money for selfish reasons. A rare friend.

I love Meatloaf. :)

Bless Meatloaf


Reblog Money Meatloaf to get surprise $40
: CHesTuplEL,
 Luve,
 DAD

 "Just got home from work and found this note from my dad
 on the fridge...a little confused, I walked to into the living
 room to find my cat as promised."
coloradoqueen:

kingofrunes:

yourshipsaregross:

disgustinganimals:

pizzacatsandboobs:

kaible:

This is one of my favorite posts because that cat’s fucking name is fucking meatloaf

Let us just appreciate that this person’s dad didn’t know when they would be home and so he couldn’t plan for them to be able to join the family for dinner, but he knew with no doubts that dear sweet Meatloaf staying in that exact position for hours was an absolute in this scenario. Truly, that cat was named well.

one of my favorite posts on tumblr over the course of 5 fucking years.. clearly i need a life

Meatloaf is a reliable cat and did not steal the money for selfish reasons. A rare friend.

I love Meatloaf. :)

Bless Meatloaf


Reblog Money Meatloaf to get surprise $40

        

            
            

                
                
                    coloradoqueen:

kingofrunes:

yourshipsaregross:

disgustinganimals:

pizzacatsandboobs:

kaible:

This is one of my favorite posts because that cat’s fucking name is fucking meatloaf

Let us just appreciate that this person’s dad didn’t know when they would be home and so he couldn’t plan for them to be able to join the family for dinner, but he knew with no doubts that dear sweet Meatloaf staying in that exact position for hours was an absolute in this scenario. Truly, that cat was named well.

one of my favorite posts on tumblr over the course of 5 fucking years.. clearly i need a life

Meatloaf is a reliable cat and did not steal the money for selfish reasons. A rare friend.

I love Meatloaf. :)

Bless Meatloaf


Reblog Money Meatloaf to get surprise $40
: CHesTuplEL,
 Luve,
 DAD

 "Just got home from work and found this note from my dad
 on the fridge...a little confused, I walked to into the living
 room to find my cat as promised."
coloradoqueen:

kingofrunes:

yourshipsaregross:

disgustinganimals:

pizzacatsandboobs:

kaible:

This is one of my favorite posts because that cat’s fucking name is fucking meatloaf

Let us just appreciate that this person’s dad didn’t know when they would be home and so he couldn’t plan for them to be able to join the family for dinner, but he knew with no doubts that dear sweet Meatloaf staying in that exact position for hours was an absolute in this scenario. Truly, that cat was named well.

one of my favorite posts on tumblr over the course of 5 fucking years.. clearly i need a life

Meatloaf is a reliable cat and did not steal the money for selfish reasons. A rare friend.

I love Meatloaf. :)

Bless Meatloaf


Reblog Money Meatloaf to get surprise $40

                    
                
            

            
            
        

    

    

        
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        fierceawakening:
adelmortescryche:
Reblogging for other diasporic and expat folk. Especially non-caucasian diasporic and expat folk. Some things change when you shift countries. Keep the changes in mind. 

Whenever I see this I wonder what the gun guys think about it.
: What should I absolutely not do when visiting the USA?
 Charlie Knoles, I have lived in 5 countries and am an Aussie expat in
 the USA
 Answered 2d ago
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 Don't get out of your car ifyou get pulled over by police.
 I was pulled over by a police officer while driving in Iowa. It was one week afterI
 had arrived in the USA for the first time. I had accidentally made a minor
 mistake disobeying a traffic sign. Back home in Australia it's considered polite to
 get out of your car and walk over to the police officer's car and hand him your
 license so he doesn't have to get out of his seat. I wanted to be extra polite so I
 immediately jumped out of my car and walked towards his car while reaching
 into my back pocket.
 I'm lucky to be alive.
 If you come from a gun-free country like the UK or Australia you don't have any
 natural instinct for gun culture. You don't realize that police assume that
 everyone is armed.
 Things got immediately serious. The police officer's hand went to his weapon
 and I responded by dropping to my knees with my hands up. He yelled a bunch
 of things at me but my memory is vague because my heartbeat was suddenly
 pulsing in my ears blotting out all sound. I don't know if he drew his weapon or
 not. I was staring intently at the ground, shaking and trying to project non-
 threatening vibes. My next memory is that there were three police cars around
 me and a bunch of cops who'd been called for backup. They were all keeping
 their hands close to their guns. After some time passed (a minute? 30 minutes?I
 have no idea) the tensions de-escalated and they told me to get up. I gave the
 officer my license and tried to explain why I'd approached him. It was completely
 incomprehensible to him that there was a place where people don't fear cops and
 vice versa at traffic stops. It was as though I was trying to tell him that I came
 from Narnia and our cops were all talking animals.
 I've spoken to several British people, New Zealanders, and Australians who have
 shared almost identical stories. They really need to put signs up in all major US
 airports.
 Don't get out of your car if stopped by police. They will assume you are
 armed and they might shoot you.
fierceawakening:
adelmortescryche:
Reblogging for other diasporic and expat folk. Especially non-caucasian diasporic and expat folk. Some things change when you shift countries. Keep the changes in mind. 

Whenever I see this I wonder what the gun guys think about it.

        

            
            

                
                
                    fierceawakening:
adelmortescryche:
Reblogging for other diasporic and expat folk. Especially non-caucasian diasporic and expat folk. Some things change when you shift countries. Keep the changes in mind. 

Whenever I see this I wonder what the gun guys think about it.
: What should I absolutely not do when visiting the USA?
 Charlie Knoles, I have lived in 5 countries and am an Aussie expat in
 the USA
 Answered 2d ago
 +
 Don't get out of your car ifyou get pulled over by police.
 I was pulled over by a police officer while driving in Iowa. It was one week afterI
 had arrived in the USA for the first time. I had accidentally made a minor
 mistake disobeying a traffic sign. Back home in Australia it's considered polite to
 get out of your car and walk over to the police officer's car and hand him your
 license so he doesn't have to get out of his seat. I wanted to be extra polite so I
 immediately jumped out of my car and walked towards his car while reaching
 into my back pocket.
 I'm lucky to be alive.
 If you come from a gun-free country like the UK or Australia you don't have any
 natural instinct for gun culture. You don't realize that police assume that
 everyone is armed.
 Things got immediately serious. The police officer's hand went to his weapon
 and I responded by dropping to my knees with my hands up. He yelled a bunch
 of things at me but my memory is vague because my heartbeat was suddenly
 pulsing in my ears blotting out all sound. I don't know if he drew his weapon or
 not. I was staring intently at the ground, shaking and trying to project non-
 threatening vibes. My next memory is that there were three police cars around
 me and a bunch of cops who'd been called for backup. They were all keeping
 their hands close to their guns. After some time passed (a minute? 30 minutes?I
 have no idea) the tensions de-escalated and they told me to get up. I gave the
 officer my license and tried to explain why I'd approached him. It was completely
 incomprehensible to him that there was a place where people don't fear cops and
 vice versa at traffic stops. It was as though I was trying to tell him that I came
 from Narnia and our cops were all talking animals.
 I've spoken to several British people, New Zealanders, and Australians who have
 shared almost identical stories. They really need to put signs up in all major US
 airports.
 Don't get out of your car if stopped by police. They will assume you are
 armed and they might shoot you.
fierceawakening:
adelmortescryche:
Reblogging for other diasporic and expat folk. Especially non-caucasian diasporic and expat folk. Some things change when you shift countries. Keep the changes in mind. 

Whenever I see this I wonder what the gun guys think about it.

                    
                
            

            
                
                
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adelmortescryche:
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        endangered-justice-seeker:


One of the most important things you can teach your kids is when and how to say no to authority figures.




Off-topic but what odd bowties.: erinSCIF for America
 @erinscafe
 An 11-year-old told his class he was
 thankful that his dads were going to
 adopt him, and the substitute teacher
 told him "that's nothing to be
 thankful for."
 The three girls who stood up for this
 boy and went to get the principal are
 actual heroes.
 A Utah substitute told 5th graders that 'homosexuality
 is wrong.' She was escorted out after 3...
 P sltrib.com

 erinSCIF for America
 @erinscafe
 He "told his dads that he understood
 what the substitute was saying. D.M.
 said he didn't speak up, though,
 because he's had two failed
 adoptions before and didn't want his
 dads to rethink their decision, with his
 final court hearing coming up on Dec.
 19."
 "He was so fearful that this could make us
 think that we don't want to adopt him,"
 van Amstel said, trying not to cry. "That's
 definitely not going to happen. But this
 situation really hurt him. This person
 really hurt us."

 erinSCIF for America
 @erinscafe
 Like, these girls asked her to stop
 multiple times and then walked right
 tf out of class and straight to her
 boss.
 The kids are all right.
 Three girls asked her to stop multiple
 times. But she continued, so they walked
 out of the room to get the principal.
 As the substitute was escorted out of the
 building, she was still arguing, trying to
 make her point, the boy's fathers say they
 were told by school officials.
 "She also tried to blame our son," said one
 of the boy's dads, Louis van Amstel, “and
 told him that it was his fault that she went
 off."
endangered-justice-seeker:


One of the most important things you can teach your kids is when and how to say no to authority figures.




Off-topic but what odd bowties.
        

            
            

                
                
                    endangered-justice-seeker:


One of the most important things you can teach your kids is when and how to say no to authority figures.




Off-topic but what odd bowties.: erinSCIF for America
 @erinscafe
 An 11-year-old told his class he was
 thankful that his dads were going to
 adopt him, and the substitute teacher
 told him "that's nothing to be
 thankful for."
 The three girls who stood up for this
 boy and went to get the principal are
 actual heroes.
 A Utah substitute told 5th graders that 'homosexuality
 is wrong.' She was escorted out after 3...
 P sltrib.com

 erinSCIF for America
 @erinscafe
 He "told his dads that he understood
 what the substitute was saying. D.M.
 said he didn't speak up, though,
 because he's had two failed
 adoptions before and didn't want his
 dads to rethink their decision, with his
 final court hearing coming up on Dec.
 19."
 "He was so fearful that this could make us
 think that we don't want to adopt him,"
 van Amstel said, trying not to cry. "That's
 definitely not going to happen. But this
 situation really hurt him. This person
 really hurt us."

 erinSCIF for America
 @erinscafe
 Like, these girls asked her to stop
 multiple times and then walked right
 tf out of class and straight to her
 boss.
 The kids are all right.
 Three girls asked her to stop multiple
 times. But she continued, so they walked
 out of the room to get the principal.
 As the substitute was escorted out of the
 building, she was still arguing, trying to
 make her point, the boy's fathers say they
 were told by school officials.
 "She also tried to blame our son," said one
 of the boy's dads, Louis van Amstel, “and
 told him that it was his fault that she went
 off."
endangered-justice-seeker:


One of the most important things you can teach your kids is when and how to say no to authority figures.




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        camyberry:
hentai-ass:

commandereyebrows:

sixpenceee:

This is glorious and even thought it doesn’t fit in the range of all the paranormal, I MUST share
It works like this: You tell Kitestring that you’re in a dangerous place or situation, and give it a time frame of when to check in on you. If you don’t reply back when it checks your status, it’ll alert your emergency contacts with a custom message you set up.
It doesn’t require you to touch anything (like bSafe) or shake your phone (like Nirbhaya) to send the distress signal. Kitestring is smarter, because it doesn’t need an action to alert people, it needs inaction.
MORE INFORMATION

reblogging because this is seriously amazing.

This shouldn’t even be an app this should be an integrated feature into all phones on every OS

Ok, guys. Thi is really important.You have to reblog that and read the whole article.

This will never happen to me. You can’t tell. Otherwise, if you don’t want to do for yourself, maybe among your follwers someone need this information.

I’m a man, i don’t care.You should care the more. What if it was your sister? Again, spread the word. There may be someone needingths.
You can never tell. As far as we can’t handle back maniacs, PLEASE, prevent yourself <3
: This New App Could've Prevented My Friend's Rape

 Going out?
 14:24
 2014-04-17
 30M 2HR 5HR
 We'll check up on you 29 minutes from now.
 EMBARK

 Emergency message:
 Hey, this is Natalie Matthews. I walked myself back from the Lorde concert
 tonight, but if you get this, it means I might not have made it back safely. Give
 me a call? (I used kitestring.io to send this message.)
camyberry:
hentai-ass:

commandereyebrows:

sixpenceee:

This is glorious and even thought it doesn’t fit in the range of all the paranormal, I MUST share
It works like this: You tell Kitestring that you’re in a dangerous place or situation, and give it a time frame of when to check in on you. If you don’t reply back when it checks your status, it’ll alert your emergency contacts with a custom message you set up.
It doesn’t require you to touch anything (like bSafe) or shake your phone (like Nirbhaya) to send the distress signal. Kitestring is smarter, because it doesn’t need an action to alert people, it needs inaction.
MORE INFORMATION

reblogging because this is seriously amazing.

This shouldn’t even be an app this should be an integrated feature into all phones on every OS

Ok, guys. Thi is really important.You have to reblog that and read the whole article.

This will never happen to me. You can’t tell. Otherwise, if you don’t want to do for yourself, maybe among your follwers someone need this information.

I’m a man, i don’t care.You should care the more. What if it was your sister? Again, spread the word. There may be someone needingths.
You can never tell. As far as we can’t handle back maniacs, PLEASE, prevent yourself <3

        

            
            

                
                
                    camyberry:
hentai-ass:

commandereyebrows:

sixpenceee:

This is glorious and even thought it doesn’t fit in the range of all the paranormal, I MUST share
It works like this: You tell Kitestring that you’re in a dangerous place or situation, and give it a time frame of when to check in on you. If you don’t reply back when it checks your status, it’ll alert your emergency contacts with a custom message you set up.
It doesn’t require you to touch anything (like bSafe) or shake your phone (like Nirbhaya) to send the distress signal. Kitestring is smarter, because it doesn’t need an action to alert people, it needs inaction.
MORE INFORMATION

reblogging because this is seriously amazing.

This shouldn’t even be an app this should be an integrated feature into all phones on every OS

Ok, guys. Thi is really important.You have to reblog that and read the whole article.

This will never happen to me. You can’t tell. Otherwise, if you don’t want to do for yourself, maybe among your follwers someone need this information.

I’m a man, i don’t care.You should care the more. What if it was your sister? Again, spread the word. There may be someone needingths.
You can never tell. As far as we can’t handle back maniacs, PLEASE, prevent yourself <3
: This New App Could've Prevented My Friend's Rape

 Going out?
 14:24
 2014-04-17
 30M 2HR 5HR
 We'll check up on you 29 minutes from now.
 EMBARK

 Emergency message:
 Hey, this is Natalie Matthews. I walked myself back from the Lorde concert
 tonight, but if you get this, it means I might not have made it back safely. Give
 me a call? (I used kitestring.io to send this message.)
camyberry:
hentai-ass:

commandereyebrows:

sixpenceee:

This is glorious and even thought it doesn’t fit in the range of all the paranormal, I MUST share
It works like this: You tell Kitestring that you’re in a dangerous place or situation, and give it a time frame of when to check in on you. If you don’t reply back when it checks your status, it’ll alert your emergency contacts with a custom message you set up.
It doesn’t require you to touch anything (like bSafe) or shake your phone (like Nirbhaya) to send the distress signal. Kitestring is smarter, because it doesn’t need an action to alert people, it needs inaction.
MORE INFORMATION

reblogging because this is seriously amazing.

This shouldn’t even be an app this should be an integrated feature into all phones on every OS

Ok, guys. Thi is really important.You have to reblog that and read the whole article.

This will never happen to me. You can’t tell. Otherwise, if you don’t want to do for yourself, maybe among your follwers someone need this information.

I’m a man, i don’t care.You should care the more. What if it was your sister? Again, spread the word. There may be someone needingths.
You can never tell. As far as we can’t handle back maniacs, PLEASE, prevent yourself <3

                    
                
            

            
                
                
camyberry:
hentai-ass:

commandereyebrows:

sixpenceee:

This is glorious and even thought it doesn’t fit in the range of all the paranor...

                
            
            
        

    

    

        
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