Recommending A Movie To Someone Like Oh My God They're Gonna Hate It And I Will Be Brought To The Town

pls rb if you think cuddling doesn't have to be s3xual

im tryna prove a point to my bf's mother help me out

Once a little boy went to school. One morning The 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 crayons And 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 ones With 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 flower Then he looked at his own flower. He liked his flower better than the teacher’s But 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 day The 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 trucks And he began to pull and pinch His 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 some That were all shapes and sizes.

But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And she showed everyone how to make One 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’s But he did not say this. He just rolled his clay into a big ball again And made a dish like the teacher’s. It was a deep dish.

And pretty soon The little boy learned to wait, And to watch And to make things just like the teacher. And pretty soon He didn’t make things of his own anymore.

Then it happened That the little boy and his family Moved to another house, In another city, And the little boy Had 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 teacher To tell what to do. But the teacher didn’t say anything. She just walked around the room.

When she came to the little boy She 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'm so so SO glad I'm not the only one because I saw one yesterday and my body cringed when I realized

i'll be real with y'all, sometimes i see ste/ddie fanart and think it's grown up byler art

Why did “be critical of your media” turn into “find all its flaws and hate it” why did people become allergic to FUN

Damn😞

if kamala wins i draw gojo sucking cawk

gojo keep your hands off of geto challenge (IMPOSSIBLE)

cant we be seventeen

If youre a black woman and you ever find yourself in a public conflict with a white woman I want you to try something, cry first. Cry first. Cry like you’ve never cried before. You be the damsel in distress first. I did this in accident once (I was genuinely in distress) and when I tell you this white bitch looked like she was going to self destruct. She was damn near shaking as people were being nice to me and ignoring her. She even tried to start crying herself to see if her old tricks would work but it was too late. I was the damsel in distress and she was the bitch. I’ll never forget that interaction as long as I live.

Powerpuff sasusho

Shoko is the only one to take the coveted Psych Class.

Part 6 of my Satosugu comic.