but when you hear a line in a movie/tv show dIREctLY frOM tHE bOOk
Shia LaBeouf has just reached Bucky McBadbat status.
the world is incredible. there are girls in this world, and there are also dogs. you can put melted cheese on any type of potato. sometimes flowers grow even when nobody is there to water them. right now on this same planet where we live there are people who are in love with each other kissing each other on the nose. emotions and colours are both things that exist. everything is so great
I’m never throwing a cigarette butt on the ground again. Holy shit.
omfg nooo :(
this makes me feel 100 times worse as a smoker… never littering again, sorry little guy :/
OK, so I was curious whether or not this was a, say, wild rabbit, real rabbit, or even a lab testing rabbit. I reverse-image-searched, and found a really AWESOME campaign.
"Cigarette Butts feed the unsuspecting."
"Cigarette Butts don’t go away"
"Cigarette Filters are commonly mistaken for food by many animals. These filters have been determined to toxic waste to humans through ingestion of meat products., ultimately exposing the consumer to deadly chemicals like ammonia and cadmium."
"What goes around, comes around. Don’t litter your cigarette butts"
Clearly the campaign is working, there are multiple reblogs like, “oh poor bunny, I’ll never litter again” and that is AWESOME!!
I just wish the campaign words stayed with it.
I feel like such a piece of shit after reading this
Ashtrays are literally everywhere how hard is it to walk to one and throw it away jfc
This is why I throw mine away properly. But I am guilty of tossing them on the ground.
Reblogging again for the info of the campaign
A girl in my Sociology class turns around during a class activity on goals to start a conversation with me. Her opening line is: ‘I want to get married.’ I nod and smile. She does not ask me my goals, just continues telling me the sort of guy she’d like to be with and how many kids she’d like. Thoughtfully, she adds, ‘My mom told me to meet someone and marry them. You don’t wanna date around because you wanna be fresh for the guy and not a….you know what.’
My cousin’s Facebook ‘About Me’ lists things she would like in a man. There is nothing about her or the things she does, only qualities she finds attractive. ‘Looking for someone who can play the guitar and cook a great dinner,’ she wrote. I can hear her bubbly, singsong voice while reading it. She is thirteen years old and has told me that girls ‘oughta only kiss their husbands and that’s it.’ When I ask her what she wants to be when she’s older she says, ‘Married.’
My male friend tells me that he has no problem with what girls do, but that he would not date a girl who’s ‘been around’ because she’d be ‘dirty.’ I wonder if each time someone touches you, a part of you is soiled. If there are piles of dirt in the spaces where others’ fingers once rested. In the shower, I try to scrub the smell of dirt from myself, but come out, still polluted, with red scratch marks all over me.
Being a ‘you know what’ taught me some things: that I do not want to be touched by somebody who will judge my past anyway. That I am not a tally book, with others’ names burned into me. If you have to label me as something, let it be a human being.
A middle finger to slut shaming. (via assivore)