i remember when france gave the uk one point last year
and then graham norton said:
we built a tunnel to your country
When I was little I thought being an adult meant not having a bed time but I’ve come to realize that it just means being in charge of my own bed time and it turns out that I am not equipped to handle that responsibility.
a musical entitled “may, senior year” filled with hits such as:
“i never knew you wanted to join the military”
“why are you getting married”
“that’s an awful tattoo”
“what am i doing for the rest of my life”
“how will i afford deodorant in college”
“why can’t i graduate already”
“why can’t i graduate already (reprise): why am i graduating already”
I was so nervous talking to a man that I have admired for twelve years of my life. The man who let me know as a child that miserable things happen and that’s perfectly normal. The same man who helped me overcome my fear of reading after being screamed at by my teacher that I would never be able to read anything my grade level, only to have a college level reading skill by the end of sixth grade. My motivation to write and keep doing whatever I want because no matter who tries to bring me down, I know that I can overcome it just like I did those years ago.
I blushed and stuttered, barely getting out a ‘this may sound dorky, but thank you for everything you’ve done for me’. I hadn’t told him the tragedies that had gone on in my life in specifics. I thanked him for giving me a chance when so many adults did not and how I found it ironic that I still love a series about miserable children when I practically went through the same thing. And even though I’ve heard ‘I’m sorry’ so many times about every death, every terrible thing that has happened, I have never heard one so sincere.
Here I was beating myself up about failing to convey myself in front of this wonderful man. How I missed my chance. Putting my things away, I grabbed my book and peeked inside to see this. And I began to cry.
This is a man who I have never met before. A man I have only dreamt of meeting since I was very small. But yet in one small sentence he has managed to move me entirely. A sentence that has needed to be said for a long time now.
‘To Bridget, who has suffered enough.’
This makes me wanna cry
In other news Daniel Hadler continues to be the nicest person on planet earth
In a way, yes, but what about those who actually didn’t rape anyone? The men (and women, even though this is alot more common amongst men) who get blamed and instantly secluded from society because they supposedly raped someone, when they actually are victims of the exact thing they are being accused of?
Let’s let the legal system decide and punish in the future, shall we?
Get the FUCK off my post you rape apologist asshole.
Reading comprehension, WHAT IS THAT? This says “Rapists deserve to have their lives ruined.” People who are didn’t rape anyone aren’t rapists. You’re an enormous douchecanoe who couldn’t be bothered to READ the post before spouting your male entitlement all over it.
Research shows that just .6% of rape allegations are false - which means that 99.4% of rape allegations are TRUE. And 97% of rapists will never see a day in jail, because the LEGAL SYSTEM IS FAILING THE VICTIMS.
It’s people like you who allow rape culture to thrive. I literally cannot express in words how disgusting you are.
I will never shop at that store ever!!!
i thought this was a joke but
and even if it were
Spread it around, Tumblr!
I heard about this a while back on Reddit; I still can’t believe it.
The “burning clothes” thing is just the unsurprising cherry on top. Also remember when they fired a woman from one of their stores because she had a prosthetic limb?
What the hell?
it’s getting worse. i really hope this place closes…