Adventure

Hello there! ^^ Y'all can call me turtle because my actual name is kind of...odd. This blog contains text posts, anime, books, scenery, movies and occasional yelling at friends via posts and stuff I like.

About the Turtle

I document my life a lot so that means there will be lots of text posts. You have been warned.
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Classmate: Hahaha stop stealin our ideas or i'm gonna kick you way past your hairline
Classmate #2: Duuude we judgin my hairline now?? haha
Me: he has a hairline?
Classmate: ur hairline tho
Classmate #2: trynna grow it out
Me: can't grow what you don't have
Classmate's homies: OOOOOOOH
Tue
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omg we were playing telephone in key club today and someone whispered something inappropriate and it made the freshmen blush

interesting freshmen

interesting bunch.  

Tue
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my world history teacher is so cool spoopy-halo-vixen ima talk about him a lot if we skype

Mon
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aurevoir-mes-amis:

i’ve made many friends and good acquaintances here, and they have become a part of my daily life. i shouldn’t have to delete my blog and lose those connections because of posts i made 4 years ago. i shouldn’t have to give up part of my routine, the ability to reach out, the ability to ask for advice or read jokes or look at art.

but i have to. this website is a constant source of anxiety for me. the daily abuse and harassment and rumours and asks and posts calling me horrible things, telling me to kill myself. it doesn’t matter if i take a break from blogging because i’m going to come back to the same thing. day after day of transphobes calling me racist and racists calling me transphobic. 

every single person on this website is problematic. some of you were fortunate enough to have done it elsewhere, or pre-tumblr. others like to sweep it under the rug and pretend it never happened but continue to take the moral high ground and try to drag people for the same crime. 

we joke about people getting fed up with tumblr after being dragged and saying “this place is so toxic” before deleting, but it’s true. this website has opened the eyes of millions of young people to the regular social injustices we didn’t notice before. it’s taught me about the history of racism and the position of privilege i have been born into by being white and male. it’s taught me that tr*nny is a slur, even though i still hear it regularly on primetime television. it’s shown me why the n word belongs to black people, no matter if it ends in -er or an a. it’s taught me that sex and gender aren’t the same thing, and that gender is a social construct. it’s taught me what misogyny is, and why feminism is great for everyone but should remain a movement for and by women.

but it’s also taught me that change and growth aren’t things we value. and even though we drag people under the guise of educating them and teaching them not to do that, we’re really only doing it to punish. it’s taught me that no matter how many years go by, and how many times you apologize and work to fight against the very sins you have committed, you will never redeem yourself. 

this website is great, it’s the community that has become toxic. 

Mon
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we learned about bananas in world history today

i’ve had the privilege of eating both american bananas and chinese bananas

chinese bananas are not my thing

ew. 

Mon
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lost-turtle:
BOOOOOOO????

spoopy-halo-vixen:

I think you mean this right??n I’LL DO IT ANYWAYSS PFF

1. First impression: dude can I even remember that far

2. Truth is: I BRAG TO THE PEEPS AT MY SCHOOL THAT UR MY SECOND LONGEST BFFL AND THAT YOU’RE PROBS THE ONLY PERSON FROM WA THAT TALKS TO ME ILY SO MUCH OK

3. How old do you look: tbh you could go from 16 to 18 real quick idk bout your height tho how tall have you gotten what even

4. Have you ever made me laugh: LITERALLY

EVERY

SKYPE CALL.

5. Have you ever made me mad: nah bro we tiiiiight

6. Best feature: yOU ARE SO CUTE but yesss gotta say your smile or the millions of expressions you make while talking and your italian hands (you move your hands around when you’re frustrated/ranting like i do but you look adorable doing it)

7. Have I ever had a crush on you: bros not.. i cant rhyme. 

8. You’re my: 2ND LONGEST BFFL (thats an honour dude the first is my lil brother) 

9. Name in my phone: it used to be just ur actual name but now i can’t call or text u buuuut i have you as ‘kaiju turtle’ on skype 

10. Should you post this too? man bro if you wanna sure go ahead

/screams/ I’M 5’ 2” or 5’ 3” if you put me among Chinese people, then yes I am pretty average. Put me in front of all the Americans and I’m pretty short. 

and omfg I’m bragged about to people<333

I probably stopped growing. 

this is the end.

i am short forever.

I still climb up on the counters to retrieve a bowl. 

Mon
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ovtlinxs:

cravist:

explisist:

bitterarab:

Damn.

*standing ovation*

THIS

more here

ovtlinxs:

cravist:

explisist:

bitterarab:

Damn.

*standing ovation*

THIS

more here

Sun
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(Source: kieljamespatrick)

Sun
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(Source: laughhard)

Sun
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cozyafternoons:

chanel-pale:

fakinq-glory:

whorchacha:

fakinq-glory:

today was my last day in my creative writing class and my teacher gave everybody a piece of paper to write down a contract and to put it in our wallets. she said she did the same thing when she was younger and every now and then she’d brush by it and remember that she wanted to write. everybody took time to write out what they wanted and I just sat at the back of the class, sitting on the windowsill and I knew there was only one thing to write but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. at the end of the class after everybody left, I went to thank her for the year, and she told me that people should be reading my words for a long time, but they won’t be able to do that if I’m not around to write them. I showed her the blank piece of paper, and she said it was okay not to write anything, and then I wrote this. I learned the power of words in that class, I learned it was okay to vomit up half a dozen notebooks stained with blood and exploded pens because it means you have something to say.

steph you’re all over my dash

literally posted this 2.5 seconds ago wow

this is so amazing

This made my heart really happy 

cozyafternoons:

chanel-pale:

fakinq-glory:

whorchacha:

fakinq-glory:

today was my last day in my creative writing class and my teacher gave everybody a piece of paper to write down a contract and to put it in our wallets. she said she did the same thing when she was younger and every now and then she’d brush by it and remember that she wanted to write. everybody took time to write out what they wanted and I just sat at the back of the class, sitting on the windowsill and I knew there was only one thing to write but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. at the end of the class after everybody left, I went to thank her for the year, and she told me that people should be reading my words for a long time, but they won’t be able to do that if I’m not around to write them. I showed her the blank piece of paper, and she said it was okay not to write anything, and then I wrote this. I learned the power of words in that class, I learned it was okay to vomit up half a dozen notebooks stained with blood and exploded pens because it means you have something to say.

steph you’re all over my dash

literally posted this 2.5 seconds ago wow

this is so amazing

This made my heart really happy 

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