(photo By Vininnarella)

Adorable baby girl being chased by daddy, finally takes a stand.

THIS IS SO CUTE OMG

Back on March 25, 2016, I achieved the possible. I succeeded in what has been described as "something only a fat, no-life loser would take pride in." I, Adam Lawrence Campbell, first of his name, the self-proclaimed "Sexiest (Fat) Man Alive", King of Nothing and Protector of Twinkies, earned my 1,000th trophy on the PlayStation Network. #1v1mebruh

Fact of the Day: The Valles Marineris is a system of canyons on the surface of Mars which, if it existed on Earth, would stretch across the entire contiguous United States, and is 6 miles deep, whereas the Grand Canyon is only 1 mile deep.

I have finally hit my breaking point. For as long as I can remember I have endured my mother’s abuse, whether it is verbal, emotional, or as seen here physical. I can expect some act of violence on a daily basis, and her beating me is not an usual occurrence, but today something snapped. My mother did this unprovoked, and this time she didn’t stop. Usually it’s bad for a little while and then she’s done, today it went on for what seemed like forever. At a certain point I decided I was going to do something I never do, call the police. You see, my mother is a highly respected and very well known person where I live. She is on the board of ed, worked for CPS for many years, and is close personal friends with people like the local chief of police, director of our local CPS unit, and so on. I always knew that calling wouldn’t go anywhere and just upset her more, but today I had to try. While she was kicking me I found my opportunity, and somehow managed to get away from someone more than twice my size. I ran as fast as I could, knocking things over behind my, trying to find a phone. I dialed and they listened and my mother proceeding to beat me over it, while I screamed for help. For the second time today, I managed to get away from her and ran to my room. I barely had enough time to lock my door, before she starting trying to get it, to the point that she ripped my door off the frame. I decided I was going to stay locked in there, until the police came. The past few months I have been collecting evidence against her, voice recordings, pictures like these, and videos of her violence, so they couldn’t dispute what was going on. But I was dead wrong. 

When the officer finally came up to my room, I attempted to tell him my side of the story, but before I could get a sentence out he silenced me. HE told me that this was my mothers house, and I needed to live by her rules. If I didn’t she had the right to punish me. He also told me to be tankful for her, because he wanted to press assault charges against me. finally, he refused, despite my begging, for him to take me to a shelter for teens. 

I am utterly disgusted by the injustice that occurred today. I pray there is no one else out there who is living in such a situation. I am not sure exactly what I am getting out of writing this, except maybe that it’s just nice to be able to open up about this, when I have had to keep it a secret my whole life. idk. sorry for posting such heavy shit. 

Black conspiracy theorist vs White conspiracy theorist

I did the math and if the Krusty Krab closes at Six and Spongebob always arrives at work at 3 am to count the sesame seeds, and if he comes in every day except Sunday and works at a rate of 8.50 an hour, with a paycheck every two weeks, Spongebob makes $1,326 every paycheck which seems feasible given the Krusty Krabs revenue. So that explains why Spongebob owns his own house still, has a massive library and all kinds of extremities like damn no wonder he can keep affording boating school

Anyone else notice the battery percentages are the same in both screenshots?

deadass

Beyoncé and Kendrick out here making white people uncomfortable with their Blackness on 2 of the world’s most watched televised events and I LIVE.

Happy Black History Month y’all