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Nov 26, 2018 07:47PM
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it’s ok tho it’s fairly easy. thermodynamics, the dreaded chapter on light and photons and shit, and then it’s just electron configurations
legit last night i had a dream where i was like 1s2 2s2 2p6 3s2 and i kept fuckin going until i hit the f orbitals and then i woke up bc those hurt my brain
oh so i basically came out to my entire rhetoric class today on accident. like i was giving a presentation on hate crimes and i had to say why i was interested in the topic and i was like “bc i’m a minority,,, like with my race and sexuality” but the sexuality part just kinda slipped out but college is a cool place and someone actually came up to me after class and he was like “hey you did a great job presenting, really brave” and i was like AWWW THANKS HUN
well you actually probably didn’t know that bc it’s embarrasing but yeah my family calls me some variation of “bunny”
so yeah anyway i was thinking today. what if someone sees my sister calling me that and is like “damn he’s a rope bunny”
dentist: open up
me: sometimes i feel like i push people away by being an asshole on purpose and then it hurts them which hurts me and then i lose the people i care about bc i’m a hot tempered idiot
me: sometimes i feel like i push people away by being an asshole on purpose and then it hurts them which hurts me and then i lose the people i care about bc i’m a hot tempered idiot
if i marry a dude and adopt a kid... i wonder what the kid would call us. daddy and dada? dad and poppy?
tbh i know that i sexualize the word “daddy” way too much but you know how fucking cute it is to have like a little kid ask to make cookies with daddy. like. i will gladly throw out the entire sexual aspect of it if my kid calls me daddy.
imagine sleeping next to the literal love of my life and then waking up to a little hand patting my arm so i can wake up.. and picking my 5 year old daughter up and putting her in the bed so she can sleep with me and her mommy... and then waking up and her hair being everywhere and me kissing her forehead and smoothing it down and then getting her ready for school while my wife gets dressed in her smart lookin business suit and i kiss my wife goodbye and hand her lunch for work and getting my daughter dressed and taking her to school and giving her a big hug goodbye and djdhdhcjcjvm
or if i marry another guy,,, getting up every morning next to him with his groggy morning voice, putting on my wedding band every day, adopting a kid together and raising it in the happiest household ever. the kid calls me dada and his other dad is daddy. we’ll go to all of his soccer games, i’ll volunteer at his school bake sales, my husband and i will hold hands in public and it’ll be in a world where we wouldn’t have to worry about being looked at weird bc we’re two dudes together and we will be. a happy. family.
jay wrote: "or if i marry another guy,,, getting up every morning next to him with his groggy morning voice, putting on my wedding band every day, adopting a kid together and raising it in the happiest househo..."
literally if i end up with B this is the fairytale i want to live
literally if i end up with B this is the fairytale i want to live
in the future usually i’m the one cooking for my husband and kids bc i’m good at that kind of thing and i work from home but my husband deciding to take over the kitchen one day and trying to make something really complicated but burning it and getting upset so i wrap my arms around him from behind and he kisses me and apologizes and i tell him not to be sorry, and we make a easy pasta dish together instead. and eat together as a family.
in the future my wife will be a smart af business woman who works for like, dunder mifflin or smthg, and i’ll do my web design from home, and i’ll have my lazy days where i stay in my boxers on the couch all day and she’ll come home and find me in the same spot where she left me 7 hours ago but she’ll grab the gelato from the freezer and we’ll eat it straight out of the carton together, and i’ll feed her off of my spoon and she’ll feed me off of hers while we’re both laughing and being a cute af couple
“Daddy?” A tug at my sleeve. I stop chopping up parsley and look down. My 4 year old daughter stands there, clutching a fistful of crayons.
“Yes, Darling?” I set the knife down and kneel to her height, brushing a strand of her hair out of her eyes.
She stares at me with those big blue eyes- her mother’s eyes- and I melt a little. Just like every time I see her. “When’s Mommy coming home?” She asks, holding out the crayons. “I want her to color with me.” Her words are a bit thick, typical 4 year old speech. My wife and I can understand her perfectly though.
Glancing at my wristwatch, I straighten back up. “Not for another hour, honey. How about I get this into the oven really quickly and then I’ll come color with you?” I suggest, not wanting to upset her. Our daughter was extremely attached to us, which was hard sometimes. My wife worked a 9-5, so our little girl didn’t see her as much as she’d like to. I tried to make up for it by being with her all the time. It seemed to help.
Her face lights up at the idea. “Okay! But daddy—“ She looks worried for a second, concerning me a bit. I give her a questioning glance and she continues. “I want to use the blue crayon this time. You always hog it.”
“Yes, Darling?” I set the knife down and kneel to her height, brushing a strand of her hair out of her eyes.
She stares at me with those big blue eyes- her mother’s eyes- and I melt a little. Just like every time I see her. “When’s Mommy coming home?” She asks, holding out the crayons. “I want her to color with me.” Her words are a bit thick, typical 4 year old speech. My wife and I can understand her perfectly though.
Glancing at my wristwatch, I straighten back up. “Not for another hour, honey. How about I get this into the oven really quickly and then I’ll come color with you?” I suggest, not wanting to upset her. Our daughter was extremely attached to us, which was hard sometimes. My wife worked a 9-5, so our little girl didn’t see her as much as she’d like to. I tried to make up for it by being with her all the time. It seemed to help.
Her face lights up at the idea. “Okay! But daddy—“ She looks worried for a second, concerning me a bit. I give her a questioning glance and she continues. “I want to use the blue crayon this time. You always hog it.”
imagine being married. like wow. actually committing to a life together. and actually living your life with someone that you love. wow. wild.
imagine falling asleep every night with her curled up next to me, with her head in the crook of my arm and her hand laying across my chest. sometimes i’ll sleep shirtless and she’ll brush her hand across it and call me handsome and i’d call her beautiful and kiss her forehead and we’d fall asleep together and then wake up and do it all over again the next night because it’s forever, we’re forever.
imagine date nights with my wife, getting dressed up and slicking my hair back and putting on that cologne she likes and dropping our kid off to Charlie and her wearing a cute outfit and dinner and wine and she’s trying some of the lobster off of my plate and i’m taking a bite of her salmon and clinking our cups to say cheers to us and her ring glinting under the light, my matching wedding band shiny as well. holding hands as we walk back out to the valet. going to pick up our kiddo from charlie’s house but he’s asleep already, me picking him up gently so i don’t wake him, taking him home and putting him to sleep in his lil racecar bed and then going to bed with my wife whom i love. very much.
like?? will they be as tan as me? or will they be in between? will they have my eyes? if she has recessive traits, maybe my Bb will combine with her bb and we’ll have a kid with medium skin and colored eyes and dark hair? hmmm
i was just like “man i’d have gorgeous kids with charlie” and then i remembered that it’s physically impossible
it has been a weird ass day, right now i’m calling every police department and hospital near us trying to find someone who’s missing who i’ve actually never met
it’s lowkey a whack story lol. so my dad is a travel agent, and one of his customers checked in at the airport 6 hours ago but didn’t board the plane. so now the guy is completely MIA, his wife is freaking out, his family is at the airport trying to look for him, my dad is on the phone with Delta Airlines, i was trying to help by calling the PDs/ERs near the airport, and they’re trying to get the police to look for him but they can’t bc of the 24 hour rule
Damn. That story is straight out of zootopia
Hopefully he gets found safely
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