Ryan Lochte is basically a real life version of this guy
LANCE FISHMAN OMFG
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This is what I don’t get - Women are impure because males have touched them. Who’s the dirty one here?
by Comment on Jezebel article “Female ‘Purity’ Is Bullshit” (via crystawl)
by Comment on Jezebel article “Female ‘Purity’ Is Bullshit” (via crystawl)
This is a poorly scanned version of a final project I did for my Literature of the Beat Generation class. It is a collage-style travel book of Part 1 of On The Road by Jack Kerouac. This was actually a really fun project to do, I haven’t collaged in a while and I used to do it a lot. I meant to do more but ran out of time because I procrastinated so much, but I am happy with the end result.
This is super rad
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A student blows up at a teacher, drops the F-bomb. The usual approach at Lincoln – and, safe to say, at most high schools in this country – is automatic suspension. Instead, Sporleder sits the kid down and says quietly: “Wow. Are you OK? This doesn’t sound like you. What’s going on?”
He gets even more specific: “You really looked stressed. On a scale of 1-10, where are you with your anger?” The kid was ready. Ready, man! For an anger blast to his face….”How could you do that?” “What’s wrong with you?”…and for the big boot out of school. But he was NOT ready for kindness.
The armor-plated defenses melt like ice under a blowtorch and the words pour out: “My dad’s an alcoholic. He’s promised me things my whole life and never keeps those promises.” The waterfall of words that go deep into his home life, which is no piece of breeze, end with this sentence: “I shouldn’t have blown up at the teacher.” Whoa.
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Lincoln High School in Walla Walla, WA, tries new approach to school discipline — suspensions drop 85% (via mchotdog)
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If I ever tell you I’m going to sleep and then you see me posting or liking things online for about an hour immediately after that, I promise I wasn’t lying to you, I’m just bad at going to sleep and it is usually a long process that begins with disengaging from any sort of immediate contact with people (chats, for example) and ends when everything on my screen is blurry and I’m hallucinating plot points I haven’t written yet
it has been one of my greatest dreams to beat the living shit out of something at least once so god fucking help anybody that ever tries to assault me because i will be brimming with every violent urge that i have ever tucked away in my entire life
amen
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Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I’m not living.
by Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (via mermaidsongs)
by Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (via mermaidsongs)
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