Hi, so in case you can't tell my ever-so-creative blog name, this blog is dedicated to Gravity Falls and other related stuff! :) This includes all the other cartoons I'm into (Wander Over Yonder, Star vs. the Forces of Evil, Wordgirl, Animaniacs and other shows that I'm probably forgetting) Please note that you are on my Wordpress site, and everything I post is imported from tumblr, so if something has transfered strangle, that's why. Reblogged posts (which are not mine!) will have giant quotation marks in front of the text, along with the username of original tumblr user who posted it in red text.
????? This is the guy in my English class that I only contact when I wasn’t in class. It’s too early for this.
If you’ve had some creep send you something worse than this, please let me know.
So he forgot he requested me on Facebook…I messaged his mother.
You know you fucked up when your mom tells someone to call the police about your ridiculous behavior because she tried but she is DONE, you’re supposed to be a man by now.
????? This is the guy in my English class that I only contact when I wasn’t in class. It’s too early for this.
If you’ve had some creep send you something worse than this, please let me know.
So he forgot he requested me on Facebook…I messaged his mother.
You know you fucked up when your mom tells someone to call the police about your ridiculous behavior because she tried but she is DONE, you’re supposed to be a man by now.
children aren’t dumb. we knew that trophies meant nothing when everyone in the fucking class got one
If anything it made us paranoid. We don’t know when praise means anything anymore.
Image description: A facebook post by Cody ____, reading:
“Dear People Older Than Me:
Shut up about the fucking participation trophies. We didn’t as for them. We didn’t want them. We didn’t cherish them and polish them while thinking about what special, gifted children we are. They were annoying clutter on our shelves that we had to throw out in secret so we wouldn’t hurt YOUR feelings. And if we know back then that you were gonna bring it up every time you disagreed with someone under 40 for the rest of fucking time, we would have told you where to shove that cheap plastic statue.
Sincerely, People Younger Than Me.”
End description.
Seriously, I remember getting upset with my mum as a kid for telling me she loved a drawing I did when I thought it was bad. I remember trying to pester her into giving my work any kind of criticism because I couldn’t stand thinking she only said she liked it ‘cause I was her kid.
I remember having no clue how to tell if anything I did was ever good because no one ever told me it wasn’t for the sake of not hurting my feelings. I remember never trusting anyone when they told me I’d done well and wanting anyone to tell me I was terrible at something. I remember feeling like I was never getting better at anything because no matter what I did people only ever said the same thing.
I remember thinking all this when I was fucking seven years old and I haven’t stopped thinking it since then. If anyone ever tries to tell me to my face that I’m fucking entitled because of all the worthless, empty praise I got as a kid I will pelt them with child psychology books and smack them over the head with one of my many plastic trophies.
children aren’t dumb. we knew that trophies meant nothing when everyone in the fucking class got one
If anything it made us paranoid. We don’t know when praise means anything anymore.
Image description: A facebook post by Cody ____, reading:
“Dear People Older Than Me:
Shut up about the fucking participation trophies. We didn’t as for them. We didn’t want them. We didn’t cherish them and polish them while thinking about what special, gifted children we are. They were annoying clutter on our shelves that we had to throw out in secret so we wouldn’t hurt YOUR feelings. And if we know back then that you were gonna bring it up every time you disagreed with someone under 40 for the rest of fucking time, we would have told you where to shove that cheap plastic statue.
Sincerely, People Younger Than Me.”
End description.
Seriously, I remember getting upset with my mum as a kid for telling me she loved a drawing I did when I thought it was bad. I remember trying to pester her into giving my work any kind of criticism because I couldn’t stand thinking she only said she liked it ‘cause I was her kid.
I remember having no clue how to tell if anything I did was ever good because no one ever told me it wasn’t for the sake of not hurting my feelings. I remember never trusting anyone when they told me I’d done well and wanting anyone to tell me I was terrible at something. I remember feeling like I was never getting better at anything because no matter what I did people only ever said the same thing.
I remember thinking all this when I was fucking seven years old and I haven’t stopped thinking it since then. If anyone ever tries to tell me to my face that I’m fucking entitled because of all the worthless, empty praise I got as a kid I will pelt them with child psychology books and smack them over the head with one of my many plastic trophies.
Yes. I don’t why our puppy was looking up the stairs. My only theory is that I tapped the wall to get her attention at the time, and maybe the sound bounced a little bit and she thought it came from upstairs. It didn’t help though that she kept looking outside and growing, but then again she does that every single day at around 11 o’clock, idk why she’s just weird. Anyway it was really just me making a big deal out of nothing.
Yes. I don’t why our puppy was looking up the stairs. My only theory is that I tapped the wall to get her attention at the time, and maybe the sound bounced a little bit and she thought it came from upstairs. It didn’t help though that she kept looking outside and growing, but then again she does that every single day at around 11 o’clock, idk why she’s just weird. Anyway it was really just me making a big deal out of nothing.
Gravity Falls and Other Related Stuff 