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Lol, Omg, and Tumblr: nstagam
would u like to
be the
of my kids?
omg
yes
her
lei.ying
alright, they're yours now.
the boy is gay and the girl
wants to be a youtuber.
lol bye
If the boy is gay, then how
come the boy is boy???
2 h Reply
memehumor:
Please help this man understand the basics
![Lol, Omg, and Tumblr: nstagam
would u like to
be the
of my kids?
omg
yes
her
lei.ying
alright, they're yours now.
the boy is gay and the girl
wants to be a youtuber.
lol bye
If the boy is gay, then how
come the boy is boy???
2 h Reply
memehumor:
Please help this man understand the basics]()
memehumor: Please help this man understand the basics
![Cats, Confused, and Dad: bitchyblue
So my friends have a little boy, he's like
2.5 and they're already teaching him
about consent. He has this friend at
daycare, a little girl, and the other day he
wanted to hug her goodbye but she didn't
want him to, and his dad said "No, buddy,
not everybody wants hugs and she
doesn't so you have to just wave
goodbye." He was sad and confused for a
sec but then he was just like "K bye" and
waved. Later that night, he tried to pet the
cat but she ran away and he was just like
"[cat's name] just wave bye, not hug!" Like
he got it. Immediately. Teach kids about
consent as early as possible. They'll get it](https://pics.onsizzle.com/bitchyblue-so-my-friends-have-a-little-boy-hes-like-36405467.png)
Hello, Memes, and 🤖: BYE-BYE SEASON OF SUNBATHING.
HELLO SEASON OF HOT BATHS
BFUK
BECKY BAPNICOAT
sooooothe meeeeeeee (by @beckybarnicomics ) . . . . . bath fallfeels rainyday selfcare sunbathing staycation webcomic
![Hello, Memes, and 🤖: BYE-BYE SEASON OF SUNBATHING.
HELLO SEASON OF HOT BATHS
BFUK
BECKY BAPNICOAT
sooooothe meeeeeeee (by @beckybarnicomics ) . . . . . bath fallfeels rainyday selfcare sunbathing staycation webcomic]()
sooooothe meeeeeeee (by @beckybarnicomics ) . . . . . bath fallfeels rainyday selfcare sunbathing staycation webcomic
Memes, Fuck, and Pain: you ever just get a sharp stabbing
pain in one of ur organs and u think ah
fuck its finally happening
Bye 😢⚰️ You need to follow @northwitch69 @northwitch69 @northwitch69 @northwitch69
![Memes, Fuck, and Pain: you ever just get a sharp stabbing
pain in one of ur organs and u think ah
fuck its finally happening
Bye 😢⚰️ You need to follow @northwitch69 @northwitch69 @northwitch69 @northwitch69]()
Bye 😢⚰️ You need to follow @northwitch69 @northwitch69 @northwitch69 @northwitch69
Ass, Blackpeopletwitter, and Appreciate: Crystal
@acutofcrystal
I'd really appreciate if y'all stopped
comparing your immaturity to bipolar
disorder.
iStar @idabitxh
My bipolar ass will text you "bye" then get
mad if you don't reply
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![Ass, Blackpeopletwitter, and Appreciate: Crystal
@acutofcrystal
I'd really appreciate if y'all stopped
comparing your immaturity to bipolar
disorder.
iStar @idabitxh
My bipolar ass will text you "bye" then get
mad if you don't reply
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7,807 Retweets 16.4K Likes
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Crying, Memes, and Omg: Fun fact: the song "9,986,000
Minutes" was planned as a surprise for
Steve Carell, so his reaction is totally
genuine. "Omg something's
happening" and he starts crying. It
wasn't Dunder Mifflin employees
saying bye to Michael. It was The
Office cast saying goodbye to Steve
帶帶帶
omg 😢
![Crying, Memes, and Omg: Fun fact: the song "9,986,000
Minutes" was planned as a surprise for
Steve Carell, so his reaction is totally
genuine. "Omg something's
happening" and he starts crying. It
wasn't Dunder Mifflin employees
saying bye to Michael. It was The
Office cast saying goodbye to Steve
帶帶帶
omg 😢]()
omg 😢
Advice, Ass, and Beautiful: But when I hugged my daughter good-bye, and watched her walk
down that city street, away from us, her family, her protectors,
it was like watching her walk straight out of her childhood.
And into the unknown. And suddenly, I was not fine.
fb/l Might Be Funny
My oldest child graduated from high school in June. A big milestone moment for a parent, right? She was accepted to her first choice college, and we were all so happy and everything was just fine.
And then this summer she worked to save money, and we talked about the things she would need for school. We bought new bedding for her dorm. And it was exciting and I was fine.
We bought storage drawers and a mini fridge. We ordered her textbooks online and shipped them to her dorm address. And still, I was fine.
Then yesterday we packed everything into the car, and set off for school. We moved her into a clean, bright, dorm. We had a lovely dinner with her new roommate, and it all should have been fine.
But when I hugged my daughter good-bye and watched her walk down that city street, away from us, her family, her protectors, it was like watching her walk straight out of her childhood. And into the unknown. And suddenly, I was not fine. So now, I’ll write.
It’s like I’ve been hit with the emotional equivalent of a hurricane. I mean, I figured I’d be sad when she left. You can’t spend every single day of 18 years with someone and then not miss them when they move away. Even if your kid is a pain in the ass. Which mine isn’t, by the way, which maybe makes it harder.
And I knew I would feel worry. Because up until now I pretty much knew where my child was at all times. I knew what time she went to bed, what time she woke up, and what she ate for breakfast. Now, overnight, she’s living in a big city and I don’t know when she came home, or if she remembered to bring a jacket. The only word I can think of to describe all of this not-knowing is…unsettling.
Along with the worry, strangely, is guilt. Second-guessing everything I ever did as a parent. Did I adequately prepare her for the “real” world? Did I scare her too much or not enough? Will she really keep the pepper spray in her backpack? Why didn’t I make her take a self-defense class? Does she even know how to mail a package?
Anger. I didn’t expect to feel anger. Yes, I am pissed off at the world right now for not preparing me for this. How many pieces of unsolicited advice do we get in our years of parenting? At every other milestone I felt inundated with information and opinions. People talk endlessly about how hard it is having a newborn, the toddler tantrums, picky eater preschoolers. The middle school years…mean girls, bullying. High school…peer pressure, drugs, academic stress. And so on. I mean, you can’t get people to SHUT UP about that stuff.
But when you mention your child is leaving for college, the response has been invariably, “Oh, how exciting!” Well, now that it’s happened I’m like, “Wait a minute! Why did NOBODY tell me, I mean REALLY tell me, that, THIS, THIS is the milestone that is the absolute HARDEST parenting time of all?” Not one single person said, “I’m so sorry, that’s totally going to suck for you.”
And of COURSE I am happy for her. And of COURSE I am excited for her. And no, I wouldn’t rather her stay home forever. But none of that mitigates the fact that for me, the mom, it does totally suck right now. So I am telling you now, young parents, because no one actually told me. It sucks. You’re welcome.
People say, “Oh, you’re lucky that her school is close to home,” which until yesterday, gave me some comfort. But I quickly realized that it doesn’t matter much if she’s not in her bedroom and she’s two hours away or she’s not in her bedroom and she’s ten hours away. Either way, she’s not in her bedroom. Either way, the house is too quiet.
I keep having this vision in my head of my little girl walking away, towards her building, and in this vision I’m fighting back tears and yelling, “WAIT! Turn around! Please, I’m not done yet. I need more time…just a little more time!”
But my time is up and all I can do is hope that I used it well.
And though my heart is heavy and my emotions are muddled, my head is clear, and I do know the truth of the matter. I may need just a little more time…but she doesn’t. She’s strong and she’s smart and she’s beautiful and she’s ready.
She’s all yours, world. Please treat her kindly.
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![Advice, Ass, and Beautiful: But when I hugged my daughter good-bye, and watched her walk
down that city street, away from us, her family, her protectors,
it was like watching her walk straight out of her childhood.
And into the unknown. And suddenly, I was not fine.
fb/l Might Be Funny
My oldest child graduated from high school in June. A big milestone moment for a parent, right? She was accepted to her first choice college, and we were all so happy and everything was just fine.
And then this summer she worked to save money, and we talked about the things she would need for school. We bought new bedding for her dorm. And it was exciting and I was fine.
We bought storage drawers and a mini fridge. We ordered her textbooks online and shipped them to her dorm address. And still, I was fine.
Then yesterday we packed everything into the car, and set off for school. We moved her into a clean, bright, dorm. We had a lovely dinner with her new roommate, and it all should have been fine.
But when I hugged my daughter good-bye and watched her walk down that city street, away from us, her family, her protectors, it was like watching her walk straight out of her childhood. And into the unknown. And suddenly, I was not fine. So now, I’ll write.
It’s like I’ve been hit with the emotional equivalent of a hurricane. I mean, I figured I’d be sad when she left. You can’t spend every single day of 18 years with someone and then not miss them when they move away. Even if your kid is a pain in the ass. Which mine isn’t, by the way, which maybe makes it harder.
And I knew I would feel worry. Because up until now I pretty much knew where my child was at all times. I knew what time she went to bed, what time she woke up, and what she ate for breakfast. Now, overnight, she’s living in a big city and I don’t know when she came home, or if she remembered to bring a jacket. The only word I can think of to describe all of this not-knowing is…unsettling.
Along with the worry, strangely, is guilt. Second-guessing everything I ever did as a parent. Did I adequately prepare her for the “real” world? Did I scare her too much or not enough? Will she really keep the pepper spray in her backpack? Why didn’t I make her take a self-defense class? Does she even know how to mail a package?
Anger. I didn’t expect to feel anger. Yes, I am pissed off at the world right now for not preparing me for this. How many pieces of unsolicited advice do we get in our years of parenting? At every other milestone I felt inundated with information and opinions. People talk endlessly about how hard it is having a newborn, the toddler tantrums, picky eater preschoolers. The middle school years…mean girls, bullying. High school…peer pressure, drugs, academic stress. And so on. I mean, you can’t get people to SHUT UP about that stuff.
But when you mention your child is leaving for college, the response has been invariably, “Oh, how exciting!” Well, now that it’s happened I’m like, “Wait a minute! Why did NOBODY tell me, I mean REALLY tell me, that, THIS, THIS is the milestone that is the absolute HARDEST parenting time of all?” Not one single person said, “I’m so sorry, that’s totally going to suck for you.”
And of COURSE I am happy for her. And of COURSE I am excited for her. And no, I wouldn’t rather her stay home forever. But none of that mitigates the fact that for me, the mom, it does totally suck right now. So I am telling you now, young parents, because no one actually told me. It sucks. You’re welcome.
People say, “Oh, you’re lucky that her school is close to home,” which until yesterday, gave me some comfort. But I quickly realized that it doesn’t matter much if she’s not in her bedroom and she’s two hours away or she’s not in her bedroom and she’s ten hours away. Either way, she’s not in her bedroom. Either way, the house is too quiet.
I keep having this vision in my head of my little girl walking away, towards her building, and in this vision I’m fighting back tears and yelling, “WAIT! Turn around! Please, I’m not done yet. I need more time…just a little more time!”
But my time is up and all I can do is hope that I used it well.
And though my heart is heavy and my emotions are muddled, my head is clear, and I do know the truth of the matter. I may need just a little more time…but she doesn’t. She’s strong and she’s smart and she’s beautiful and she’s ready.
She’s all yours, world. Please treat her kindly.
(via I Might Be Funny)]()
My oldest child graduated from high school in June. A big milestone moment for a parent, right? She was accepted to her first choice college...
