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DUDE come on, one of the girls in my old friend group that i wouldn’t even consider a close friend keeps laughing at me. Like i’d say hi to her in hallways and all and we used to talk a bit and she was really sweet to me. Since i’ve been recently kicked out of the friend group for stupid made up reasons, i’ve been more so a loner at school but i’ve been making some newer friends with other people who could be considered loners too. And sometimes i’ll walk and talk with them to different classes and what not and i guess my old friend finds this comical. I’ll walk past her and she’ll look over and smile and laugh whether she’s alone or like with her friends. I guess she finds it funny that i am friends with people who aren’t “popular” or something, like she thinks that now that I’ve been left in the dirt i seem so desperate to find friends. But there was this one instance that fr hurt me, i was walking to my class with a newer friend that my old friend group was never really close to and sometimes made fun of, and we were just talking on our way like normal. And i see two of my old friends including this girl walking towards us while we were walking into the building, and i kid you not they snickered and then like ran separate ways to meet up with each other on the other side of the building in the hallway. Like wtf is up with this, like there’s no need to judge me for finding new friends that aren’t you when you kick me out of a friend group for rumors that YOU made up. Anyways just wanted to rant because it happened again and it’s so unnecessary. Stick with genuine people y’all
OP wanted to know if they'd be the asshole for leaving their girlfriend for humiliating them.
Not at all. Because drunk or not what she's doing is emotional abuse plain and simple. Even has the whole they say they're sorry and won't do it again but they do it again thing.
And if she's willingly telling random strangers at the bar about their sex life then who knows what she's spilling to people they do know personally. Stressed and drunk or not she's the asshole, not OP. As far as the size thing goes that does not make you any less of a man. Because plenty of women I know have told me just because it's small doesn't mean the man doesn't know how to use it. Just saying. So my advice to OP is to keep standing your ground and don't ever go back.
do you think part of the reason why dokja’s face is so unclear/censored throughout most of the story is because his self as the oldest dream (ie 15 year old him) cant imagine himself surviving to adulthood
it is all chaos and entropy. the thing is that the chaos and entropy make it beautiful and lovely.
yes, it's true that nature and the universe are uncaring and unspecific, and that is terrifying. i have lived through some of the unfairness - i got born like this, with my body caving into itself, with this ironic love of dance when i sometimes can't stand up for longer than 15 minutes. i am a poet with hands that are slowly shutting down - i can't hold a pen some days. recently i found a dead bird on our front porch. she had no visible injuries. she had just died, the way things die sometimes.
it is also true that nature and the universe are uncaring and unspecific, and that is wonderful. the sheer happenstance that makes rain turn into a rainbow. the impossible coincidence of finding your best friend. i have made so many mistakes and i have let myself down and i have harmed other people by accident. nature moves anyway. on the worst day of my life she delivers me an orange juice sunset, as if she is saying try again tomorrow.
how vast and unknowing the universe! how small we are! isn't that lovely. the universe has given us flowers and harp strings and the shape of clouds. how massive our lives are in comparison to a grasshopper. the world so bright, still undiscovered. even after 30 years of being on this earth, i learned about a new type of animal today: the dhole.
chance echoing in my life like a harmony between two people talking. do you think you and i, living in different worlds but connected through the internet - do you think we've ever seen the same butterfly? they migrate thousands of miles. it's possible, right?
how beautiful the ways we fill the vastness of space. i love that when large amounts of people are applauding in a room, they all start clapping at the same time. i love that the ocean reminds us of our mother's heartbeat. i love that out of all the colors, chlorophyll chose green. i love the coincidences. i love the places where science says i don't know, but it just happens.
"the universe doesn't care about you!" oh, i know. that's okay. i care about the universe. i will put my big stupid heart out into it and watch the universe feast on it. it is not painful. it is strange - the more love you pour into the unfeeling world, the more it feels the world loves you in return. i know it's confirmation bias. i think i'm okay if my proof of kindness is just my own body and my own spirit.
i buried the bird from our porch deep in the woods. that same day, an old friend reaches out to me and says i miss you. wherever you go, no matter how bad it gets - you try to do good.