chili-drina

I love having online friends (people I follow and never speak to)

robotpussy:
robotpussy:
robotpussy:
some of u got meme brainrot esp when it comes to racism and antiblackness (let me explain)
yea you really showed them! by turning them into a meme template…..
like you were at the protest instead of doing something why was ur first thought to turn them into a meme…. and to memeifiy literal white supremacists is so fucking dangerous like why is it so common for white supremacist things to become popular memes (e.g. wojacks)
tags via @vilethot

godisahuman:

killhitleragain:
Legal amphetamines are included, as well, however they usually ask about prescription meds before anyway.
Weed is also important to tell them about! It won’t kill you like amphetamines might, but it can make the anesthetic work less.
This isn’t trashy, this is responsible. Also applies to adderall, which many people (including myself) use for adhd/add.

petersthree:

rosesau:
two days ago (oct 6) a teacher in new jersey forcibly removed the hijab of a second grade student. she told the student that her hair was beautiful and she didn’t need to wear hijab to school anymore. this is such a horrifying violation of that little girl’s rights—it’s no less than stripping her of her shirt or pants in front of everyone. it’s difficult enough for adult muslim women to wear a hijab publicly in the western world; you cannot imagine how stressful it can be for young girls. i know this experience will leave a scar for a long time.
if you can, please call Seth Boyden Elementary (973) 378-5209, email the principal sglander@somsd.k12.Nj.us and the superintendent Rtaylor@somsd.k12.Nj.us and demand disciplinary action against the teacher, Tamar Herman.
A source for this, as well as her mother’s post about it.

purr-cat-stination:

What I say: ilysm
What I mean: I love you Spider-Man

The other night I was invited out for a night with the ‘girls.’

badjokesbyjeff:

The other night I was invited out for a night with the ‘girls.’ I told my husband that I would be home by midnight, ‘I promise!’ Well, the hours passed and the drinks went down way too easily.
Around 3 a.m., a bit pissed, I headed for home. Just as I got in the door, the cuckoo clock in the hallway started up and cuckooed 3 times. Quickly, realizing my husband would probably wake up, I cuckooed another 9 times.
I was really proud of myself for coming up with such a quick-witted solution, in order to escape a possible conflict with him. (Even when totally smashed… 3 cuckoos plus 9 cuckoos totals 12 cuckoos MIDNIGHT!)
The next morning my husband asked me what time I got in, I told him 'MIDNIGHT’… he didn’t seem pissed off in the least.
Whew, I got away with that one! Then he said 'We need a new cuckoo clock.’
When I asked him why, he said, 'Well, last night our clock cuckooed three times, then said 'oh shit.’ Cuckooed 4 more times, cleared its throat, cuckooed another three times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then tripped over the coffee table and farted.