I read every one of these to my wife until she screamed at me to shut up.
this is so freaking cool
ATTENTION LADIES OF WASHINGTON DC/OKCUPID: STAY AWAY FROM USER ACASTSHADOW
Backstory: I went on one (1) date with this creep in the spring of 2013. He’d messaged me a few times and I was bored that week, so I met up with him for drinks and dinner. It was a bad date, we didn’t have any chemistry, and I texted him to tell him I’d had a nice time, but I didn’t want a second date.
Since then, for well over a year, he’s been sending me threatening text messages, tweeting degrading and creepy things about me, and continuing to message me on OkCupid. He’s tweeted about slitting my new boyfriend’s throat, and texted me calling me “good girl.” After one particularly scary message, I filed a report with my neighborhood police precinct about this guy, so there’s a precedent in case he ever shows up at my apartment.
DO NOT MEET UP WITH HIM. DO NOT MESSAGE HIM BACK. His real name is Ian Smith. His twitter name is @historyinrust; avoid him at all costs. He’s scary, and he’s a predator. KEEP YOURSELF SAFE, LADIES!
If you or someone you care about lives in Washington DC, please reblog this. I want every woman who might be at risk for encountering this guy to know.
Even if you don’t know a single soul that lives there, fucking Reblog this shit
"Grab the Monet and let’s Gogh"
the thrilling saga of barbara on a movie date with herself
my selfie game has been soooo weak for the past month like fuck me what did i do to deserve this
PETA, you are the absolute worst. I keep thinking you can’t get any more offensive, and then you manage to surprise me.
This is reprehensible bullshit.
My little brother has autism. He is one of the most wonderful little boys I’ve ever known and I couldn’t have asked for a better brother.
He doesn’t understand when I get upset, especially when it comes to my ed, and so every now and then he will walk past me and just touch my arm so I know he’s thinking of me.
He makes me a valentines card each year. An easter card. A christmas card. Sometimes just a card to tell me he loves me.
He’ll google puppies and bookmarks the pictures of the ones he thinks I’ll like.
And to see advertising like this. To see people think that he is the worst thing that could have happened to my mother, to our family. It crushes my heart and makes me burn with fury in the same breath.
My love for him burns so brightly that heaven itself could not out shine it. I wouldn’t change him for the world.
Fuck Peta. Fuck ableism. Fuck the idea that we would have been better off with a different child.
WHAT IN FUCKS NAME?????
Jesus Christ. Even more awful about this is that for lots of people they will fall for it without reading any evidence to support the claim at all. The claim is enough to freak them out.
It’s pathetic to have no real evidence and try to manipulate people like this.
And even if found anything specific as the cause of autism, is it the absolute worse thing in the world to happen to your child?
Tack this onto the list of reasons I absolutely loathe PETA.
At the end of the world, or the last thing I see.
You are never coming home, never coming home.