Lollipops turn into cigarettes. The innocent ones turn into sluts. Homework goes in the trash. Mobile phones are being used in class. Detention becomes suspension. Soda becomes vodka. Bikes become cars. Kisses turn into sex. Remember when getting high meant swinging on the playground? When protection meant wearing a helmet? When the worst things you could get from boys were cooties? Dad’s shoulders were the highest place on earth and Mom was your hero? Your worst enemies were your siblings. Race issues were about who ran the fastest. War was only a card game. And the only drug you knew was cough medicine. When wearing a skirt didn’t make you a slut. The most pain you felt was when you skinned your knees, and goodbyes only meant until tomorrow? And we couldn’t wait to grow up?
toonumb:apriliciate:likeneelyohara:warningdontreadthis:yerawizardharry:tracesofyou: (via -pct)
: I'm going to quit my job because I hate children. Or maybe just the class I'm stuck with.
Why? They behave like babies and they like to act on their own. I don’t get it. I tell them the right thing to do when they’re doing something wrong and they think I’m mean. Honestly, I never did anything bad to any one of them, except for the ones who NEVER LISTEN. Apparently, they don’t like to…
OMG, this is so true. Not being able to stand children was exactly the reason why i QUITTED my job too.



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Flip Book of the Day: Masashi Kawamura’s “Rainbow In Your Hand” flip book does as advertised.
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I want one((:
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