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A hilariously poetic Pain Index found on [Wikipedia].](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lwvmfxfaE91qax7suo1_500.png)
A hilariously poetic Pain Index found on [Wikipedia].
My name is Briana,
but I'll answer to Brian.
I'm 20, living in Missouri, and I like dogs and cats and restaurants.
• say it.
schroyzee
but I'll answer to Brian.
I'm 20, living in Missouri, and I like dogs and cats and restaurants.
• say it.
schroyzee
sex-lies-espionage asked: WHAT TYPE OF TOOTHPASTE DO YOU USE?
idk bro it’s cinnamon flavored
The Beauty Department shows you how to create pastel streaks with chalk! Can’t wait to try this out myself!
I wannnaaa
This 2009 image captures the scene on a foggy night in Odessa, Ukraine, when a digital billboard crashed and displayed a floating error warning in the night sky.
(via wackzittman)
| me: | hey what're you in for |
| prisoner: | i murdered 7 people and robbed a bank and set a building on fire what are you in for |
| me: | downloading the glee cast rendition of dont stop believin |
One teacher’s approach to preventing gender bullying in a classroom
Alie arrived at our 1st-grade classroom wearing a sweatshirt with a hood. I asked her to take off her hood, and she refused. I thought she was just being difficult and ignored it. After breakfast we got in line for art, and I noticed that she still had not removed her hood. When we arrived at the art room, I said: “Allie, I’m not playing. It’s time for art. The rule is no hoods or hats in school.”
She looked up with tears in her eyes and I realized there was something wrong. Her classmates went into the art room and we moved to the art storage area so her classmates wouldn’t hear our conversation. I softened my tone and asked her if she’d like to tell me what was wrong.
“My ponytail,” she cried.
“Can I see?” I asked.
She nodded and pulled down her hood. Allie’s braids had come undone overnight and there hadn’t been time to redo them in the morning, so they had to be put back in a ponytail. It was high up on the back of her head like those of many girls in our class, but I could see that to Allie it just felt wrong. With Allie’s permission, I took the elastic out and re-braided her hair so it could hang down.
“How’s that?” I asked.
She smiled. “Good,” she said and skipped off to join her friends in art.
‘Why Do You Look Like a Boy?’
Sometimes there’s just nothing like sitting on your couch at night, freezing your ass off, eating snacks on snacks on snacks, and laughing hysterically by yourself over the glory that is the internet.
(via vvitchey)
