So let me tell you about the shittiest parent on the motherfucking planet.
I work at a grocery store and this man comes in with his 11 year old son. He buys a pack a cigarettes and a two cases of beer. The son was holding a two dollar drawing pad and placed it on the belt and I guess the dad didn’t notice it at first but when I was about to scan the pad he asked where’d it have come from and turned towards the kid and asked “Did you put that shit up there?”. He told me to put it back and then told his 11 year old child that he “ain’t paying for that gay ass notebook.”. So I looked at the kid, who was close to tears and saying how he ran out of paper at home and my heart broke. So I gave the pad to him, for free, and told the dad I would take care of it. I gave the kid some tokens for a game outside and said I would look forward to buying some of his drawings and paintings when he’s all famous. He kids face was so priceless and I thought everything was good. But then, about 10 ten minutes after giving the kid his notebook, I walked outside and saw this. The drawing pad all ripped up and tossed on the pavement. I could only imagine what happened in the parking lot, but I know that that poor kid heart is fucking ripped apart, just like this pad.
I’m fucking horrified that there are parents like this, who, just because it’s not masculine or gender specificthey won’t let their children follow their true passions or explore interests that lead to their happiness. Even more so, I’m horrified that parents don’t care about the fine arts anymore because it doesn’t have job security. Since when did it ever matter to a child if their passion makes them money or not? Parenting is about supporting whatever makes your child happy. Have some fucking consideration for your child’s wants not your homophobic and anti-art ideals.
Everybody needs to see this
it’s back, and i will not NOT reblog it v.v ever
what is gay about drawing anyway? you’re holding a pencil and sliding it over a bloody piece of paper, it’s not like you’re trying to suck a cock
I actually cried… That poor kid. What an asshole father.
Doctor Who: Journey to the Centre of the TARDIS
do you ever look at your follower count and think wow i tricked all these people into thinking im cool
what makes me qualified? nothing.
but I know what it’s like to have coffee in the morning and nothing else. I know what it’s like to sit in an empty classroom at lunch so people don’t ask why I’m not eating. I know what it’s like to constantly tell my parents I’m not hungry for supper, or feign sickness, or pretend I’m asleep. I know what it’s like to fake a smile and say “no thank you, I had a big lunch” when offered food. I know what it’s like to have my heart drop when someone starts to catch on. I know what it’s like to sit doubled over in hunger, drinking water to stop the pain. I know what it’s like to have to choose between 50 calories today, or tomorrow. I know what it’s like to calculate caloric intake in my head with every bite I take. I know what it’s like to cry because I’m more than a skeleton. I know what it’s like to sit lifelessly in the dark, listening to music so I can’t hear my stomach growl.
can you say the same about “the professionals”? because I know I would rather talk to someone who understands than the counselor who tells me how badly I’m doing. I would rather talk to someone who cares than the psychiatrist who’s only talking to me to make money off my prescriptions.
if you would rather talk to those people, fine. but don’t you dare try to criticize anyone who prefers to ask me, because qualifications are more than just certificates on a wall.
in grade 9 this girl and i were walking to her house and she was like “my hands are cold… ” so i offered her gloves from my backpack and she was like “um no thanks” and i was so confused because like? that’s what they’re for. and. i literally just understood. just now. i am an adult.
please love yourselves
The men of Tumblr are really great sometimes.
I’m convinced the book guy is Tommy Oliver from the real world timeline