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At Target this lady told her son he couldn’t have a Wonder Woman doll because “that’s for girls” and then bought her daughter the same one. It got me thinking about how often I see people bar young boys from appreciating girls/women as protagonists and heroes, and my own experience with it as a kid.
This is purely for the hate of it.
I am solely ranting because of the hate I garner for all the nasty bastard boys in all my years in the education system.
All of them are failing every single class known to man, drinking, smoking, making themselves to be an entire circus when nobody has even consented to give money for the tickets
They make my skin crawl, anytime I have to spend more than 10 minutes in the vascinity of these shit stains that gained consciousness it makes me want to curse out god.
I despise their existence, i weep for their mothers, and I pray for their fathers. Barely any of them should have even been in the 8th grade when they're dam near 18.
The only thing they haven't failed is their ego, as its big enough to feed the entire world.
The splatters of roadkill on the tires of their broken Hondas are more valuable than their own souls.
They are the very reason why people tell us to stay in school, but you can't even stay in school when such creatures exist in the halls of the building.
The only reason I pray is so they could face the horrible reality of the world. I pray for them to have the horrible ends of their existence. I pray so that they stop being a burden for the entire nation.
Pain is the only thing i wish they ever felt, the pain their mothers felt, the pain their families felt when such abominations as them crawled out of the cracks of Hell and surfaced onto the world. With the rarest of the rare audacities that could only be found on a 30 hour quest that would make the strongest sob.
If I could only live as blissfully unaware as they did in life. If only I was dropped down the stairs and hit every corner with the soft spot on my noggin, maybe I'd also act like such a pain to the world. But I was given a brain made from flesh and not mud.
Ignorance is bliss but they are such harlots for the attention that there can't even be ignorance, with bliss only being a promising kiss in my hopeful dreams.
There is nothing in this world that makes me despise my entire existence, as school boys that think they're above all else. I despise the teachers that are so lenient to them, but suffer abuse every day. I despise the system that let's them do this so freely. I despise every aspect of them. And I cannot do anything other than plead with the so called authority of the education system, that won't do anything. I weep and cry for the parents, but also gnash my teeth at them like the trapped mutt that I am because they do nothing for the behavior of their sons.
Boys I’ve met
These are the boys I’ve met so far during my life colour coded into descriptions. People can be a mix of colours but these are genuinely my thoughts on real people. I wonder if you can relate.
- There are what I call the golden boys. They are the charmers who could insult you without you even knowing. They are the ones who do questionable things behind school buildings that everyone knows about but they never get in trouble. They are the social butterflies that never belong to one group. They are the perfect mixture of danger and excitement that leave you feeling giddy. Them with their silver tongues that entrap you to do bed things. They are a enticing storm.
- Then there are the red boys. Whilst not necessarily arty or eye catching, they are the boys who worm their way into situations without any knowledge how. They are the boys whose names are often followed by an exclamation mark. They are the cause of numerous anecdotes and laugh out loud memories. These are the boys who can always make you laugh and are the cause of any wild and stupid decisions. With their colourful characters and addicting eyes. They are a drug.
- The blue boys don’t have to be musical or arty. They are the ones with the bruises and bony fingers. They are silent, with hair perfect for running your hands through. They are in the background in a muted sense, clothed stylishly but subtly in attractive colours. They are the ones who take time in their apperence but still do not aim for the spotlight. They are slightly mysterious but nether the less eye catching in a unexplainable way. They are reassuringly warm.
- The green boys are all smiles. Whilst they are often more sporty, they are the ones with sun touched skin and bright eyes. They are the ones with easy going friends and are often found amongst their own kind. They are the ones who get easily excited about small things and are often seen smiling. They are often surprisingly intuitive and can read others like books, knowing much more than you know. They are deceptive.
- The yellow boys often lack a filter. They are the ones who just don’t seem to know when to be quiet. They are easy entertainment on grey days. Often triggering rolled eyes or brief expressions of resignation. But they are also incessantly loyal, always there with a attempt of a smile when your feeling down. They are the ones who give hugs like gifts and always try their best. Out of all, they are the ones who make the best friends.
- The grey boys are slow. They are easy going, following the flow. They are the ones who prefer to to do nothing. They are easily influenced and normally become the worst. They are like unpainted canvases and become easily addicted. They are the ones you feel sorry for. The ones who could always do better.
- The purple boys are bubbly. They are the ones no one can bare to hurt. They are like royalty, revered and genuinely liked by everyone. They are sociable and kind, nice to everyone and almost unrealistic. They are understanding and compassionate, always reassuring. But they are also ruthless, taking down enemies quickly and without mercy either by the self or through the use of their multiple friends. It is often unclear wether they are protected or feared. But these are the boys no one would cross.
- The white boys are focused. These boys are often the hardest to read. They are the ones who seem introverted. Usually creative, they have a certain passion, something which makes their head spin. Almost like addicts in a way, they relay on their passion to keep them going through the day. They may seem either cold or rude, but they are often unconcerned with society, preferring to focus solely on their passion. Once befriended, they can seem odd but will constantly amaze you as you slowly unravel their personality bit by bit. They are the most intriguing.
- The navy boys are logical. They are complex like a storm, finding passion in complex tasks and academic work. Often witty, they have a clever sense of humour that most people would not get. They are also the most loyal, following orders and staying true to their morals. This can make them extremely stubborn and headstrong, believing themselves to be smarter which can make them either arrogant or cold. They are the ones who are smarter.
why are boys hot and cute like wtf take a break
Listen I’m bi as Heck and as much as I love girls, I also love boys? Boys are amazing and pure and liking boys is a wonderful feeling? I never see a lot of posts talking about cute boys so
Some Boy Aesthetics™ I’m in love with include:
Their tired grins? Have you seen a cute boy grin when he’s tired? Life Changing
Sleeves rolled up to forearms is all good and Well but also when they have Sweater Paws in their hoodies or jumpers? Makes the tallest of them seem so smol? I’m lov?
When they run their hand through their hair and it sticks up in places and it looks So Good
Collar Bones
Soft pudgy stomachs they absolutely make me melt
When ya boy gets flustered A++ Bonus points if he giggles Boys giggling is Everything
This is very important, always make sure to properly stimulate your bfs
Having a boyfriend is literally free
When I first saw all the homie memes like the ones with guys and their homies being all touchy and fruity and stuff I thought it was fake but when I actually witness it I was like what in the fruity fruit bowl of the almighty gays is this cuz I kid you not I saw them grabbing their homies ass in the middle of English class like bro can you not wait until recess?
Second chapter of my story😊 Ryan and Jake have a bit of fun😂 please give it a read, it might make you laugh☺️
Boys, do you think it's normal that I'm afraid to go out alone no matter where, no matter when, no matter how? Because I don't think so
Find yourself a bro who treats you like a bro and exchanges ideas for killer stories inspired by music. Also helps if you can debate intensely over taxonomy.
I hate boys almost as much as I hate food!
(He got a new gf)
Ok I’m not the only one who is quite literally OBSESSED with nicknames like “M’lady” or “Darling” shit even “My good Girl” all that shit works for me🤷♀️
i love my man i would carve his name into me for him.
Exactly yaaar....ladka nibhane wala hota hai to ladki galat milti hai ladki nibhane wala milti hsi to ladka chutiya hota hai....Bhagwaan do sahi insaan ko mila kyu nhi rahe ....🤔khair mera to ab bharosha uth rha hai inn sabse....😐
Jo mohabbat nibhane ki himmat rakhte hain unhe kabhi mohabbat milti hi nahi hai
For Boys, everything is going to decide our career, aapki wife kaun hogi nhi hogi kyuki aap jisse pyaar kar rhe hai uske papa ko aapki job pasand aayegi yaa nhi , aapki kaun kitni ijjat karega, samaaj me hamari kya jagah hogi, hamare friends kaun rahenge, everything will decide your post , your job. kabhi kabhi lagta hai job paana hi hamara jivan hai kal ko hamare pass achhe job nhi hai achhe rupaye nhi hai to hamare ghar wale bhi hame nhi puchhne wale aur naa hi ham apne family ke liye kuchh kar payenge. sometimes i get distracted too but phir sochta hu agar achhi job nhi hui phir zindagi ki aisi taisi ho jayegi....
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Bender and Andrew in The Breakfast Club (1985)
Heaven ft Betty Who
10 years,
do i have to worry
i considered leaving for a guy that hates money
It's fine. I'm used to being alone.
2 am Thoughts
I feel the closest to you when you are the farthest away.
I can feel you in my heart
In the blink of an eye I could lose you. I hope and pray that I won’t, but those eyes and that personality will get you so many girls. So many girls that can give you the love that I can’t. Even though I can’t influence your feelings towards me, I want to stay close. Because to me, being too close is better than watching you slip right through my fingers into another girl’s arms.
What I've realized when I was at your house
1. I love you 2. I don't know how to tell you that I love you 3. Do you know that I love you? 4. Oh God, I hope you don't 5. I don't want to risk losing you
5 reasons
We may be just friends but I get butterflies in my stomach when you speak in German to me. Even more when you translate what I say from French.
Our back in forth conversations with google translate are the high light of my day
Request For @archiesonicbrony
For you :3
