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Seriously Mom? What is your problem?

  • Mom:

    *looking through pictures of undercuts*

  • Mom:

    Man.

  • Mom:

    Man.

  • Me:

    Mom, You need to specify gender in the sear-

  • Mom:

    Man, oh wait, that's a woman...

  • Mom:

    Man

  • Mom:

    *looks at me*

  • Mom:

    Oh, Shiney, do you want to be a man? Do we need to get your boobies removed?

  • Me:

    No...

  • Mom:

    But this hairstyle is for men. Obviously you do...

  • Me:

    *turns to go to my room, crying* Leave me alone.

  • Mom:

    *follows me to my room* UNLOCK THAT DOOR RIGHT NOW OR SO HELP ME YOU ARE NOT GONNA LIKE ME.

  • Me:

    NO!

  • Mom:

    YOU ARE OVERREACTING! THATS IT! IM UNLOCKING THE DOOR!

  • Me:

    JUST LEAVE ME ALONE! *sobbing now, just wanting to be alone, opens door* IM NOT OVERREACTING. YOU CALLED ME A FUCKING MAN!!

  • Mom:

    I WAS JOKING! I AM TIRED OF YOU BEING SO DISRESPECTFUL OF ME! WHY DO YOU ALWAYS SAY SUCH MEAN THINGS TO ME!

  • Me:

    JUST GO AWAY!

  • ------------Gonna Stop Here. She eventually did leave me alone, but now I'm hiding beneath my blankets with my door locked because she threatened to put me in the system if I said another word. She is why I can't be happy. I try so hard. I only ever curse at her when she won't listen because that's the only way she can hear what I'm saying. Now I'm gonna read the Hobbit and not leave my room except to do things I enjoy. I'm just not going to interact with her anymore. Every other conversation with my mother ends with me crying and attempting to hide in my room. This is a nightmare.

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thatsquiteood:

UHM HOLY SHIT. HOLY SHIT

WELL THAT TOOK ALL OF TWO SECONDS TO REBLOG. HOLY SHIT I CAN’T EVEN. I. CAN. NOT. EVEN.

I would have sex with this music.

I wasn’t going to reblog it because I thought I reblogged too much Doctor Who music and there are only so many times you can reblog I am the Doctor but NOPE I WAS WRONG THERE ARE NEVER TOO MANY TIMES TO REBLOG IT ESPECIALLY WHEN IT’S LIKE THIS

I FOUND THE DOWNLOAD LINK

I

FOUND

THE

DOWNLOAD

LINK

/salivates

OHMYSHIT.

SALVATION HAS COME

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A Baby…

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John’s eyes widened. “You’re joking.” He stated as he sat down before grinning. “Me? A father?”

"I’m not joking." Deyla smiled brightly, her eyes not even showing the hint of sadness that had been there only a week before, "I took the the test three times, each time with a different brand. They were all Positive… I’m happy, and excited. Maybe a little scared." She placed a hand on her stomach, "There’s a human being… Growing inside of me…" She sat on the couch, sighing softly, "I honestly don’t know how I should feel about this. Are you happy, John?”

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