atinystraykid

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Knowledge is empowering

[atinystraykid]

I see so many people making fun of Jojo Siwa for her “cringy rebrand” and “trying too hard to not be seen as a kid anymore”, and not nearly enough people talking about her mom and her abusing and firing a disabled child

#Almost every child star turned young adult goes through that messy rebrand era #Not every young adult tells a kid who is literally bleeding from her belly button to just put a bandaid on it and keep dancing

[atinystraykid]

congratulations on moving ollie!!!!! <3

Thankyou so much!!!! <3 I hope everything is going well for you too!!

#Oliver talks

[atinystraykid]

Felix x Louis Vuitton FW24

#stray kids

[atinystraykid]

[atinystraykid]

I think a lot of like discourse of what to focus on with this or that thing gets the end goal and things to ease newcomers into your ideas confused with each other.

Like yes perhaps the end goal is to get UBI going but if your Uncle Jerry is currently struggling with the concept of taxes maybe get him to understand the cost of road maintenance first before you start trying to get him onboard with free preschool.

Also just because someone is explaining the concept of taxes to Uncle Jerry doesn’t mean they don’t believe in free childcare.

[atinystraykid]

[atinystraykid]

we havent talked in a while but i saw u on my dash and my day brightened up <3

Aww, thankyou, how sweet of you to send me this message <3 There was a lot of stuff going on in my life, for example I moved into a new place! So I wasn’t online a lot lately!

#oliver talks

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!!!

#beautiful art

[atinystraykid]

the person reading this is going to survive the rough patch they’re going through

[atinystraykid]

More watercolor practice during class!

#beautiful art

[atinystraykid]

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

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[atinystraykid]

A good genre of social media post: someone shares a deeply, deeply unrelatable story in full confidence that it’s relatable material

An even better genre of social media post: someone shares a deeply, deeply unrelatable story presented as if it was relatable material for obvious humor reasons, and nobody in the comment section gets the joke

#Oliver Talks

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[atinystraykid]

i love being a hater of media that i’ve never seen or listened to. no i will not give it a chance. it’s called listening to my heart

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WRITE IT!!! WRITE THAT SELF INDULGENT SHIT!!!