Fer real doe. When it wasn’t on the oscars, like, at all, I threw a fit.
I literally don’t understand how you could not like that movie. People just must not be seeing the deeper meaning.
My rape and abuse is the one thing I never once lied about. I wish it was all a lie. That would be fucking fantastic.
I have crohns disease and there is no cure.
What’s worse is that I deserve this. For the lies I told. I deserve this.
did you know you can’t “POP your cherry”? In this video i talk about:
what the hymen really is
how this myth is some sexist bullshit
and how to deal with your hymen the 1st time you have sex.
She is amazing.
I’m exceptionally pissed off that this is news to me.
I’m really fucking pissed off that I did not know this and it’s my own goddamned body.
I had a freaking kid and didn’t know this.
The only reason I knew this is because of the sex talk with my Mom I had about six months ago. It’s awful how many women don’t know this about their own bodies.
They need to teach this shit in sex ed.
very informative. good stuff! ladies, watch! (and men, too)
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There once was a young boy with a very bad temper. The boy’s father wanted to teach him a lesson, so he gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper he must hammer a nail into their wooden fence.
On the first day of this lesson, the little boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. He was really mad!
Over the course of the next few weeks, the little boy began to control his temper, so the number of nails that were hammered into the fence dramatically decreased.
It wasn’t long before the little boy discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.
Then, the day finally came when the little boy didn’t lose his temper even once, and he became so proud of himself, he couldn’t wait to tell his father.
Pleased, his father suggested that he now pull out one nail for each day that he could hold his temper.
Several weeks went by and the day finally came when the young boy was able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.
Very gently, the father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence.
“You have done very well, my son,” he smiled, “but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same.”
The little boy listened carefully as his father continued to speak.
“When you say things in anger, they leave permanent scars just like these. And no matter how many times you say you’re sorry, the wounds will still be there.”