Crayonboy - Someone

nature series 12/∞

M r K r a b s

just discovered the shoplifting community

oh my god.

there are a lot of delusional people on tumblr-this is one of the worst cases i’ve seen. 

if you are shoplifting for survival; i understand. i apologize for the tough situation you are in. 

if you are shoplifting for luxury makeup, cute clothes that only fit you, etc.; you suck. sorry bout it. there are so many employees who are punished for your doings. none of this is cute or brave, it’s disgusting. stop putting others at risk for a couple of earrings from Claire’s and 15 makeup palettes from Ulta. 

“cowards; you’re being ripped off by the system, by stores.” uhh last time i checked, exchanging legal tender in exchange for goods is a normal thing that helps companies and is fair to the purchaser??? if you think something is too expensive, don’t buy it :) (of course unless it’s a vital medication, etc.) 

oh, i almost forgot to mention~~stealing is ..wait…..illegal! so anti lifters are just ABIDING BY THE ACTUAL LAW (crazy, right????)

i hope ya’ll get arrested.

Enjoy

I’m depressed, and I feel the need to apologise for that. I get it, I lay in bed all day and do nothing with my life. So sorry, I know you expect more from me. I’m sorry I’m disappointing you by doing nothing with my life. I’m sorry I haven’t gotten a better job, that I’m refusing to go school, or to have a life of my own. It’s just every god damn breath I take to do anything is just drowning me alive. I wish you would understand me when I speak, but it’s like gibberish to you.

Whattup I’m Jared I’m 19 and I never learned how to gain any goddamn self control.

This one hits close to home. Love to all of you who have beautiful noses 😅❤️

Once a little boy went to school. One morning The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. He liked to make all kinds; Lions and tigers, Chickens and cows, Trains and boats; And he took out his box of crayons And began to draw.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make flowers.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make beautiful ones With his pink and orange and blue crayons. But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And it was red, with a green stem. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at his teacher’s flower Then he looked at his own flower. He liked his flower better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just turned his paper over, And made a flower like the teacher’s. It was red, with a green stem.

On another day The teacher said: “Today we are going to make something with clay.” “Good!” thought the little boy; He liked clay. He could make all kinds of things with clay: Snakes and snowmen, Elephants and mice, Cars and trucks And he began to pull and pinch His ball of clay.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make a dish.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make dishes. And he began to make some That were all shapes and sizes.

But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And she showed everyone how to make One deep dish. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish; Then he looked at his own. He liked his better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just rolled his clay into a big ball again And made a dish like the teacher’s. It was a deep dish.

And pretty soon The little boy learned to wait, And to watch And to make things just like the teacher. And pretty soon He didn’t make things of his own anymore.

Then it happened That the little boy and his family Moved to another house, In another city, And the little boy Had to go to another school.

The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. And he waited for the teacher To tell what to do. But the teacher didn’t say anything. She just walked around the room.

When she came to the little boy She asked, “Don’t you want to make a picture?” “Yes,” said the little boy. “What are we going to make?” “I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher. “How shall I make it?” asked the little boy. “Why, anyway you like,” said the teacher. “And any color?” asked the little boy. “Any color,” said the teacher. And he began to make a red flower with a green stem.

~Helen Buckley, The Little Boy

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