lets do a thing. reblog and add your city and country. if it's already there, don't add it again. lets take a look at tumblr's diversity
- Shanghai, China
- Pisa, Italy
- Longkou, China
- Brisbane, Australia
- University Place, USA
- Salamanca, Spain
- Cambridge, England
- Regentville, Australia (NSW)
- Cupertino, USA
- Chesapeake, USA
- Gland, Switzerland
- Biarritz, France
- Southend-on-Sea, England
- Manchester, England
- Aberystwyth, Wales
- Wałbrzych, Poland
- Helsinki, Finland
- Madrid, Spain
- Palermo, Italy
- Cape Canaveral, USA
- Chicago, USA
- Toronto, Canada
- Glasgow, Scotland
- Edinburgh, Scotland
- Roma, Italy
- London, UK
- Zagreb, Croatia
- Celje, Slovenia
- Gdansk, Poland
- Berlin, Germany
- Baltimore, Maryland, USA
- Washington D.C., USA
- Pittsburgh, USA
- Richmond, USA
- Armagh, Northern Ireland
- Atlanta, USA
- Fort Walton Beach, USA
- Manteo, USA
- Houma, Louisiana
- Tamarac, USA
yeah there are a lot of fish in the sea but how many have low standards
there is a huge difference between genuinely liking someone and liking the attention they give you and it took me a long ass time to realize that
i just got called a faggot by a group of 6th graders wearing polos
My dog understands the word “No,” so how are you going to tell me teenage boys don’t know the difference between rape and consent?
Nailed it.
there are 3 types of people in the world: those that call him Flynn, those that call him Eugene and those that have no clue what I’m talking about
imagine if you went to go see a horror movie but it was just a slide show of your middle school selfies for an hour
- (I’m running errands for my pregnant wife. While walking to a nearby store, I see two teenagers harassing a child that is only four or five years old. I shoo them away from the boy, and he introduces himself.)
- Me: “So, where’s your mom at?”
- Boy: “She’s in the store. Do you have kids?”
- Me: “Not yet. We’re expecting a baby girl soon, though.”
- Boy: “Well, she’s going to turn out nice, like you! So, I’m going to marry her someday!”
- (I laugh, and play along while I bring him to the service desk, and wait until his mom picks him up. Six years later, my daughter comes home from school and introduces us to a friend that defended her against a bully on the playground. I didn’t recognize him, but he certainly knew who I was!)
