Ty Dolla $ign - Or Nah (feat. Wiz Khalifa & The Weeknd)
— Abbi Glines, Breathe (via sadfag)
In a world where morals control people and teach from right and wrong, it seems that the…have their conflicts and destroy each others. It is a constant battle. Child vs. Parent, Western vs. East, young vs. old. The battle never ends. As a child, living under such a chaotic roof, it becomes nearly impossible to live in society. The…likes to partake in their own benefit but stay in isolation when nothing is of gain. My…is broken because no one can understand each other. It took only three to cause such a fracus that lead to long term effects in the future. In this…, the…’s rule becomes law like the dictators of Soviet Russia, but worse. We are free once out of the house but as soon as we step in, it is a rebellion against the evil dictators. Everything the…does for others is just a mask. The world only sees what we allow them to know. The secret we hide can only be seen in the hidden depths of our true nature. The rule of society has no effect on us, we let it pass through as if immune. We do not allow anyone to rule us. We are too good for that. Such thinking can only lead to destruction but within. Five stand and only one side can win. The line seems to be have drawn and now we go our separate ways. The corrupted stand on the other side seen as evil in the other’s eye. Such a contradiction yet so true. No good can come out of this for whatever can seem to get through is immediately smothered out by the chaos that occurs. What is the next strategical plan? What shall the outcome be? One can see the aftermath with time continuously moving forward. Just waiting to see what happens next. Peace or the bomb?
Everytime I look at you, I see a wonderful being. Everytime I see your face, I can’t help but share my feelings. You’re so beautiful, so passionate, a fantastic combination. And yet I can’t get enough of you even at “salutations.” I still like I still do for I had a dream about you. A dream filled romance and confession between you and I. And I couldn’t help but think it was all reality, then I woke up with great disappointment knowing it was fantasy. My heart yearns for a change in mind, to give a second chance. And with that I will succeed because you WILL be by my side. My emotions for you had never left, had never gone, they only remain at pause. Why did I end pursuit of winning all your love? And here I am in full remorse and full repentance just waiting for the day. The day you and I will happen.
I suck at poetry but my emotioms cannot be left at bay. And all I can say is silly word play saying that I wait for the day.
I have no intention of offending those who believe my beliefs in teaching an offspring are inadequate.
The first sentence may have already explained who I am, but if it did not occur to you, then allow me to restate was implied: I am a child, as said by law. But although my stature and physical attributes do not show it, I would like to consider my intellect just as equal to those of the elderly, just not much experience. Responsibility gradually grows as you age in life, but has it not occurred to you that children are given too much responsibility? I would like the chance, if given, to partake in what most parents may say is “difficult” in having a child, not actually bear one, but have one. If I were to have a child, I want a child keep me busy in this life. I want a child to whom I can teach my knowledge about life, and have it be passed on to further generations. I want a child to remember this information, so I don’t have to repeat myself.
I want a child can do daily tasks without being told. I want a child who can keep their room clean. I want a child who can wash and dry their own laundry. I want a child who can clean the dishes after everyone has eaten their meal. I want a child to dispose of the trash fouling up the kitchen. I want a child who can clean the bathroom when it becomes to messy. I want a child who can help put away groceries. I want a child who can vacuum the carpets and curtains. I want a child to whom I can call “my little helper”, or more properly my servant.
I want a child who is very handy when it comes to technology. I want a child who knows how to print out papers. I want a child who knows how to download programs and documents. I want a child who knows how to send. I want a child who can solve problems I can’t. I want a child who can change the channel to a show of my liking. I want a child who can remind me what channel I am on. I want a child to change the channel if there is a commercial. I want a child who can accept my idiocy when I realize that a commercial is interfering with my programs. I want a child to explain to me where is the “knocking” really coming from. I want a child who can help me unlock the capabilities of my phone. I want a child to explain how one mechanism can lead me to another. I want a child who knows how to input music and songs into my cellular device. I want a child who does this without frustration. I want a child to thoroughly explain the process, even I’ll probably end up forgetting what I’ve been taught. I need tech-support.
I want a child who can accomplish goals that I made for them. I want a child to succeed on the stepping stones I made for them. I want a child to fulfill my dreams, instead of such incompetent dreams they have. I want a child who studies to the point of exhaustion. I want a child who completes ALL of their homework, before proceeding to other activities. I want a child who makes studying an activity. I want a child to receive a scholarship, so there is less to worry on future finances. I want a child to accept my constant reminders of how important school is, even if I don’t get involved with their studies. I want a child to give up a social life, so that they may focus more on their studies to achieve a scholarship. And if this be to difficult for them, I want a child who doesn’t complain that they could not reach my goal for them. I want a grade “A” student.
I want a child who can handle disappointments. I want a child who understands the problems I have at work. I want a child to comprehend my problems without me having to explain it to them. I want a child will take my repeated reminders of the problems I have at work. I want a child who understands that we don’t have money for their wants and needs. I want a child to understand that there is not enough money for them to spend on their needs, even though I spend some for my needs. I want a child to understand that earning money is difficult. I want a child to understand the fact that I am the one who “brings bread to the table”. I want a child who treasures everything I buy for them. I want a child who doesn’t dispose their “used” items even if they think it’s “old”. I want a child who knows how to save money. I want a child who allows me to withdraw from their own savings. I want a child who I don’t have to pay a debt to when I have “borrowed” from them. I want a who doesn’t hide their money, so I can take their money when I need to. I want a child to just deal with it.
I want a child to respect my authority. I want a child who follows my commands without hesitation. I want a child who doesn’t create excuses to excuse themselves from helping me with my tasks, whether they are completing homework or enjoying their relaxation time. I want a child who appreciates advice that doesn’t help them. I want a child who will listen to my childhood stories, a time when technology was nonexistent, and use what they learn from that and apply it in their lives. I want a child who doesn’t question my methods. I want a child who doesn’t back-sass me because I’m unreasonable. I want a child who doesn’t accuse me of being a tyrant. I want a child who doesn’t argue back, even if they state facts that are undeniably correct. I want a child to deal with the fact that I am always right because I am your parent. I want a child to excuse me if I have done inexcusable actions. I want a child to understand to understand I’m too old to comprehend their “modern” style of life. I want a child to always keep me happy. And I want a child who can keep me happy by adapting, or reverting, to some primitive ways so we can further have better relations. Who cares if society continues without us?
I want a child who who I can yell at when I’m angry. I want a child to be angry at because of their actions. I want a child who I can reprimand and confiscate what is most precious to them. I want a child who has to deal with the wrath of my anger. I want a child who can handle the “discipline” I will apply if I am frustrated with them.(Physical pain is the best discipline a parent can enforce) I want a child who understands I can’t control my anger because of medical conditions. I want a child who I can threaten so that they will listen to me and my demands. I want a child to shut up a listen when I am talking to them.
Having a child would make me powerful, as well as boost my self-esteem, which is healthy in preventing bottled emotions. I want a child to be my personal journal handle all the bullshit I throw at it. Aren’t children just helpful?
he straight up just WALKED through that shit
this is possibly the best play I have ever seen before in my life.
best play ever.
The other team is like “Hey where are you going-Ohhhh”
I’m gonna reblog this again today.. because I’m in a laughing mood, and this makes me lmao.
hahah smart ass .
I went to the mall, and a little girl called me a terrorist.
My name is Ela. I am seventeen years old. I am not Muslim, but my friend told me about her friend being discriminated against for wearing a hijab. So I decided to see the discrimination firsthand to get a better understanding of what Muslim women go through.
My friend and I pinned scarves around our heads, and then we went to the mall. Normally, vendors try to get us to buy things and ask us to sample a snack. Clerks usually ask us if we need help, tell us about sales, and smile at us. Not today. People, including vendors, clerks, and other shoppers, wouldn’t look at us. They didn’t talk to us. They acted like we didn’t exist. They didn’t want to be caught staring at us, so they didn’t look at all.
And then, in one store, a girl (who looked about four years old) asked her mom if my friend and I were terrorists. She wasn’t trying to be mean or anything. I don’t even think she could have grasped the idea of prejudice. However, her mother’s response is one I can never forgive or forget. The mother hushed her child, glared at me, and then took her daughter by the hand and led her out of the store.
All that because I put a scarf on my head. Just like that, a mother taught her little girl that being Muslim was evil. It didn’t matter that I was a nice person. All that mattered was that I looked different. That little girl may grow up and teach her children the same thing.
This experiment gave me a huge wakeup call. It lasted for only a few hours, so I can’t even begin to imagine how much prejudice Muslim girls go through every day. It reminded me of something that many people know but rarely remember: the women in hijabs are people, just like all those women out there who aren’t Muslim.
People of Tumblr, please help me spread this message. Treat Muslims, Jews, Christians, Buddhists, Hindus, Pagans, Taoists, etc., exactly the way you want to be treated, regardless of what they’re wearing or not wearing, no exceptions. Reblog this. Tell your friends. I don’t know that the world will ever totally wipe out prejudice, but we can try, one blog at a time.
(Source: , via acepass)
There is no place of learning anymore
I know that for a fact
I wonder where I can go now
To find knowledge still intact
As I listen and observe with my eyes and ears
I wonder where it’s gone
I search and investigate to a great extent
And realize learning is done
There is no point to continue our efforts
It will lead to more fatigue
I forget the reason why I wrote this
For school is out of my league