Parent of the year award goes to this guy
There once was a young boy with a very bad temper. The boy’s father wanted to teach him a lesson, so he gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper he must hammer a nail into their wooden fence.
On the first day of this lesson, the little boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. He was really mad!
Over the course of the next few weeks, the little boy began to control his temper, so the number of nails that were hammered into the fence dramatically decreased.
It wasn’t long before the little boy discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.
Then, the day finally came when the little boy didn’t lose his temper even once, and he became so proud of himself, he couldn’t wait to tell his father.
Pleased, his father suggested that he now pull out one nail for each day that he could hold his temper.
Several weeks went by and the day finally came when the young boy was able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.
Very gently, the father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence.
“You have done very well, my son,” he smiled, “but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same.”
The little boy listened carefully as his father continued to speak.
“When you say things in anger, they leave permanent scars just like these. And no matter how many times you say you’re sorry, the wounds will still be there.”
I did not order this box of cat.
HOW ARE YOU COMPLAINING LOOK AT ITS FACEEEEEEE
Wait, are you fucking kidding me? There’s a kickstarter for a how-to guide on sexual assault. It already has $16,000 in pledges.
Petition to get kickstarter to refuse to fund it here.
Holy shit guys, reblog this like wildfire!!!!!!!!!!!!
This sicko needs to be arrested for public endangerment or something, holy shit.
Made an account just so I could report this.
don’t you dare not reblog!!!!!!
If you don’t reblog this I’m judging you.
D: no… just… noooooo… :’(
don’t you dare
anytime I hear of a suicide actually…
*accidentally forgets i’ve already reblogged that post 5 times*
And then, on nights when I’m feeling particularly sad I’ll sit and read through our RP thread…
And smile at the fun times we did have, and I’ll never forget because…
“… Kid?” Zeito turned to face the other male, his features unreadable, a black yo-yo in his right hand. “…” At first he mistook the other for his brother, but something didn’t quite feel right about that. “You’re in the City of Sapporo, within the Hokkaido region of Japan… And…
"Zeito Shion." He looked at the hand offered for a moment before taking it, and shaking. "Nice to meet you." He looked curiously at the source of the sound, wondering if Kaito had set an alarm on his cellphone or something.