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theomeganerd:

Video Game History Through Controllers

by Javier Laspiur

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deathtasteslikechicken:

abs-gabs:

SOMEONE FINALLY SAID IT

So if a teenager is at school for roughly 8 hours, and they are doing homework for 6+ hours, and they need AT LEAST 9 HOURS OF SLEEP FOR THEIR DEVELOPING BRAINS, then they may have 0-1 hours for other activities like eating, bathing, exercise, socializing (which is actually incredibly important for emotional, mental, and physical health, as well as the development of skills vital to their future career and having healthy romantic relationships among other things), religious activities, hobbies, extra curriculars, medical care of any kind, chores (also a skill/habit development thing and required by many parents), relaxation, and family time?  Not to mention that your parents may or may not pressure you to get a job, or you might need to get one for economic reasons.

I will never not reblog this

THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT

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vugust:

i see no lies here :o

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loldork:

Depressing thought: in a 100 years almost everyone that’s alive now will be dead and the world will be inhabited by 10 billion or so completely new people.

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For the last few months now i just been struggling to keep myself on check. I cant focus on nothing no more. Things are just going from bad to worse every second. My patience is growing thin. My heart is turning weak i just can’t deal with this type of stress no more. Ive always been oblivious when it came on how to react when i love someone. I just grow weaker and weaker as the days go by. I feel as if the small i had is just falling down and there is no way on catching it. As my anger grows my pain worsens to the point i just wish to end it all. I mask all my true feelings aside so i dont worry the people the care about me. I think about it now is there really anybody who i can say truly cares for me. There maybe some but all i can say is that they arent going to be here for so long. They always leave at some point. They always do. The leave me and mark on the i built to protect myself from showing my true pain. This wall can only take so much. Cracks are starting to show. This wall is going to break as well as everything that is behind it. I have only one distraction from all this pain and lately i feel that it has helped me more and more as the conversations go on. Do i know if this person really truely cares for me. No. Do i believe that i need this person so that i can feel happier. Yes. But am i ready to let out my feeling? Nope i and i know i will never be able to. Because i a useless bitch that can never do or ever say the right things. 

pussypoppinhannstand:

when you realize we all turned into squidward

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