I don’t understand american school years what the fuck is a freshman or a sophomore why do you have these words instead of the numbers
what why would you use numbers
so IT FUCKING MAKES SENSE WHAT THE HELL IS A SOFT MOORE OR A FRESH MAN WHY ARE THE MEN FRESH
America makes no sense, as usual.
bless the person that actually made the chart
laughter from France
France what the fuck
I PROMISE you that every single depressed person has been told to exercise already, you are never ever ever going to be the first person to suggest that to any depressed person ever.
i started working out to feel less sad, but it just made me sad with great forearms
tbh dress codes are fine as long as they are about looking professional and appropriate for a learning/working environment and not about ‘don’t distract the boys’ and slut-shaming, and as long as it’s enforced equally for all genders
it is the sexist attitude about it that needs to be changed, not the fact that there *is* such a thing as dress codes
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you don’t know that he’ll leave! and honestly that’s something that’s been a problem for me in relationships, that you don’t ever fully let the wall down cause you’re still scared that they’re gonna leave. so the best thing to do is to just let go and fully give yourself to it because that’ll make it that much stronger. and even if he does leave, you live. you cannot die from being hurt romantically. it sucks, totally, but then you get smarter, and stronger, and you pick a better one. just dont miss out because you’re afraid of something happening. its the “you miss 100% of the chances you dont take” thing. so go, live, love, and if you get hurt, hey, thats the human experience. feel it, love it, live it up. dont let the fear of rejection keep you from living your life. when you’re 90 you’ll look back on the heartbreaks with fondness, you wont regret them. you only regret the things you dont do. just be a little brave and itll pay off a lot