i donate blood in the hopes that my blood will overpower theirs and take control of their body so i will gain another vessel to use as my own
why am I reblogging this?
it appears my blood has been successful
|mom:||hello son you need to put out the fancy dinner plates. i ordered some Chinese food and we will serve it on the plates so we can pretend i cooked|
|son:||of course mom, can u pass me the apple juice|
|mom:||of course son. be careful it is very spicy|
|son:||*sips juice* OH SUGAR U WERE RIGHT MOM THIS APPLE JUICE IS MUCH TOO SPICY|
|dad:||ha ha ha. wash it down with hot dogs, and all american tradition.|
|son:||thanks dad. hey, wanna play baseball with me after dinner?|
|dad:||we can't tonight, son. tonight is the night we are having our annual family photograph taken|
|mom:||i picked out matching sweaters for all of us including the dog.|
|son:||we will look great! we should use the photograph as a christmas card! merry christmas from the bakers!|
|dad:||great idea, son. don't forget about our fishing trip this weekend|
|son:||golly dad, how could i forget that important american family tradition|
sometimes i realize there are so many things i won’t remember in 50 years like the way the sky looked this morning and all the dogs i saw today and my mom’s voice and i get so sad i never want to forget
we’ve taught girls to romanticise nearly everything a boy does. when i was younger i thought it was cute that boys chased the girl even after she said no. i loved it when after a girl moved away from a kiss, the guy would pull her back and force it on. i thought a guy saying ‘i won’t take a no for an answer’ was passionate and romantic. we’re literally always teaching girls to romanticise abusive traits.