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i actually dont mind tumblr posts reposted to pinterest. the 13 y/o "pinterest in the only social media my parents let me have" girlies deserve a little treat
OH MY GOD
how old must we be before we are allowed to think about sex, i can never remember, they keep moving the goal posts.
We're never allowed to think ab sex sorry. Teen years are hormonal but being horny before 18 is a sin. When you're horny and 18-25 its cringe. When you're horny 25-35 "you should get a partner and stop being openly horny." When you're horny 35-45 that's weird because you're "kinda old." When you're horny 45-55 you're a creep. And when you're horny 55+ you're an old person who can't and shouldn't be horny. This is how they think. Sex bad, basically. Thinking about sex is bad. Wanting sex is bad. Anything even mildly related to sex or sexuality is bad.
I’m babysitting my grandma’s cats and she wrote 4 pages of detailed notes, down to the exact words I should use to greet them in the morning and when I put them to bed at night
i swear the labyrinth under my lair has been growing recently. i swear it originally only had like 15 floors but last time i went down there i counted 23
The idea that you can "protect" someone by giving them *less* knowledge is just so trivially fucking stupid on the face of it.
Of course, you can certainly protect yourself by giving other people less information, which is 100% the actual point.
Even from a small child this angered me and largely lead to me distrusting every single person in a position of power because I knew they would feed me lies just to keep me placated. This started as early as 3rd grade.

trying to gauge how common this is — have you ever been to the cinema by yourself?
no
yes, a couple of times
yes, regularly
I never go the cinema/see results
lately been having a lot of dreams about wearing extremely high heels and also swimming in the ocean. this can only mean i’m gonna be the world’s first mermaid drag queen
my good bitch that is a starfish
gonna be honest i didnt take in the word mermaid i just read extremely high heels and swimming in ocean, blacked out, and came to as i was hitting reblog
i understand. we all blackout over fishnets returning to their original habitat
Okay, here's my idea:
The British should put a time limit on the Monarchy.
Not like declaring a republic tomorrow, but deciding on a date in the future that ends the British Monarchy.
And there's a perfect date for it coming up!
October 14th, 2066.
A thousand years since the Battle of Hastings. A thousand years of this one specific bloodline ruling England.
Call time on the Monarchy after exactly one thousand years. Nice, and neat.
Even better: Charles isn't living 44 years. He'll be gone in about twenty. Now William? He's what, 40? Yeah, he can live another 44 years. His great grandmother was over a hundred, his granny was 96, William can make it to 84 barring accident or assassination.
So on October 14th 2066, William the Last steps down a thousand years after William the First won the crown.
Nice, neat, and fair. William gets the crown he's been waiting forty years for already, but ten-year-old George grows up without expectation of it.
Have a nice big abdication ceremony, even.
Plus, what an absolute baller move to announce your regnal name as William the Last.

the Final Bill