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Lmao, Tumblr, and Lost: epelANtE
 otterboxu
otterboxy:

i’ve literally been trying to upload this for a week, so i lost the link to the palette i used lmao

otterboxy: i’ve literally been trying to upload this for a week, so i lost the link to the palette i used lmao

Bad, Be Like, and Dad: In Case of "B" Break Glass My daughter is currently pulling a D- in math. This is her phone. galexion: handmetheshovel: thatguyinthecornerino: randomavengersquotes: lolnerdsposts: robanilla: justsomeonereloadable: thesecretkeith: blanketfortprincette: tastefullyoffensive: (photo by fistfullofcookies) Why do parents always assume their kid is lazy when they get bad grades? Like maybe help your kids by talking to them, not punishing them. This is how I failed math and didn’t even know I had number dyslexia for years. When my sister was in high school she struggled a LOT with math. Like I know a lot of people find it really difficult (myself included), but I mean she was really really bad at it. She has always been a very smart, creative and sensitive person, but math made no sense to her, to the point where passing seemed impossible. I will always remember that twice a week, around the kitchen table, my sister would sit down with my dad for hours, and they would try to work out her math homework. I should mention that my dad is an artist, and art teacher. Truth be told I think he struggled with math just as much if not more then she did. But twice a week you could hear them downstairs, going back and forth, trying to figure it out together. Some nights would be smooth and easy, some nights I could hear them arguing from one floor up about factors or equations, not in anger but in mutual frustration. I remember the day that she passed. My sister couldn’t wait until my dad’s school day ended, so she called him at work. She gleefully announced to him “I got a D-!”. We could hear him through the phone as he exclaimed “She got a D!” excitedly to his class. Still through the phone we heard his students clapping, laughing and whooping in congratulations. Seldom has a grade in our household been so celebrated. Just thought a shitty picture like this should be accompanied by a story about a person’s parents who actually gave a shit about helping their kid instead of mocking and punishing them. Read the story Read the story Read the story reblogging for the story. READ IT. THE STORY If it weren’t for my dad I would not be able to read and write. I was born1971 and people really didn’t know or care that some people struggle not because they are lazy but they just fuckin’ can’t do what comes easy to most. My dad did what that father did. Dad was working 12/14/16 hour days. And still… he sat down and read up on shit, talked to my teacher - and then he saved me. Reading has made me. I am a reader. The one thing people know about me is: she reads. Be like dad. Don’t be a tit. R E A DT h eS T O R Y
Bad, Be Like, and Dad: In Case of "B"
 Break Glass
 My daughter is currently pulling a D- in math. This is her phone.
galexion:

handmetheshovel:
thatguyinthecornerino:

randomavengersquotes:

lolnerdsposts:

robanilla:


justsomeonereloadable:

thesecretkeith:

blanketfortprincette:

tastefullyoffensive:

(photo by fistfullofcookies)

Why do parents always assume their kid is lazy when they get bad grades? Like maybe help your kids by talking to them, not punishing them. This is how I failed math and didn’t even know I had number dyslexia for years.

When my sister was in high school she struggled a LOT with math. Like I know a lot of people find it really difficult (myself included), but I mean she was really really bad at it. She has always been a very smart, creative and sensitive person, but math made no sense to her, to the point where passing seemed impossible.
I will always remember that twice a week, around the kitchen table, my sister would sit down with my dad for hours, and they would try to work out her math homework. I should mention that my dad is an artist, and art teacher. Truth be told I think he struggled with math just as much if not more then she did. But twice a week you could hear them downstairs, going back and forth, trying to figure it out together. Some nights would be smooth and easy, some nights I could hear them arguing from one floor up about factors or equations, not in anger but in mutual frustration.
I remember the day that she passed. My sister couldn’t wait until my dad’s school day ended, so she called him at work. She gleefully announced to him “I got a D-!”. We could hear him through the phone as he exclaimed “She got a D!” excitedly to his class. Still through the phone we heard his students clapping, laughing and whooping in congratulations. Seldom has a grade in our household been so celebrated.
Just thought a shitty picture like this should be accompanied by a story about a person’s parents who actually gave a shit about helping their kid instead of mocking and punishing them.


Read the story


Read the story


Read the story 


reblogging for the story. READ IT.


THE STORY


If it weren’t for my dad I would not be able to read and write. I was born1971 and people really didn’t know or care that some people struggle not because they are lazy but they just fuckin’ can’t do what comes easy to most.
My dad did what that father did. 
Dad was working 12/14/16 hour days.
And still… he sat down and read up on shit, talked to my teacher - and then he saved me. Reading has made me. I am a reader. The one thing people know about me is: she reads.  
Be like dad.
Don’t be a tit.


R E A DT h eS T O R Y

galexion: handmetheshovel: thatguyinthecornerino: randomavengersquotes: lolnerdsposts: robanilla: justsomeonereloadable: thesecretkei...

Children, Life, and Shopping: Jonnie Hallman Gestern @destroytoday Still have no idea how people can... work a full-time job cook dinner often exercise regularly enjoy weekends keep the apartment clean Seems basic, but I can't consistently do it. shine a light Vor 14 Stunden @rknLA Current full-time (40hr/wk) jobs aren't designed for single people to do this; they're post-war relics & depend on the unpaid labor of a spouse for cooking, cleaning, shopping, etc. You're not deficient for not being able to do it yourself roach-works: i went into my 40-50 hr/week manual labor job with the explicit agreement with my spouse that i would do the paid labor and they’d be my pit crew. i get home too tired to cook by the end of the week, almost too tired to eat. all my younger coworkers are destroying their kidneys with caffeinated sports drinks, and the men who participate in the care of their children come to work looking like miserable zombies. my friend russel loves his kids and spends all weekend with them and comes into work on monday looking like he’s one sneeze away from the grave because he couldn’t get enough sleep.  you can’t have a good life when 40 hours a week are spent laboring. there’s no room for cooking or cleaning or children, you HAVE to trade necessary rest for those things. it’s a huge sexist problem that we don’t expect men to cook, clean, or care for children, because it’s also a huge sexist problem that traditional work/life ‘balance’ of a 40-hour work week completely prohibits people from fully engaging in life outside of labor.  letting women into the workforce was a great first step. redefining how much work anyone should be working is the necessary next one. 
Children, Life, and Shopping: Jonnie Hallman
 Gestern
 @destroytoday
 Still have no idea how people can...
 work a full-time job
 cook dinner often
 exercise regularly
 enjoy weekends
 keep the apartment clean
 Seems basic, but I can't consistently do it.
 shine a light
 Vor 14 Stunden
 @rknLA
 Current full-time (40hr/wk) jobs aren't
 designed for single people to do this; they're
 post-war relics & depend on the unpaid labor
 of a spouse for cooking, cleaning, shopping,
 etc.
 You're not deficient for not being able to do it
 yourself
roach-works:
i went into my 40-50 hr/week manual labor job with the explicit agreement with my spouse that i would do the paid labor and they’d be my pit crew. i get home too tired to cook by the end of the week, almost too tired to eat. all my younger coworkers are destroying their kidneys with caffeinated sports drinks, and the men who participate in the care of their children come to work looking like miserable zombies. my friend russel loves his kids and spends all weekend with them and comes into work on monday looking like he’s one sneeze away from the grave because he couldn’t get enough sleep. 
you can’t have a good life when 40 hours a week are spent laboring. there’s no room for cooking or cleaning or children, you HAVE to trade necessary rest for those things. it’s a huge sexist problem that we don’t expect men to cook, clean, or care for children, because it’s also a huge sexist problem that traditional work/life ‘balance’ of a 40-hour work week completely prohibits people from fully engaging in life outside of labor. 
letting women into the workforce was a great first step. redefining how much work anyone should be working is the necessary next one. 

roach-works: i went into my 40-50 hr/week manual labor job with the explicit agreement with my spouse that i would do the paid labor and the...