Ⓐidan: Archive

I really do not want to go back to school.

What’s the point of school anyways. I’m not learning anything. In fact, school makes me stress more than it actually teaches me anything. The teachers know they are not teaching anything, and all they do is give work so that they can feel like the have power over me. I’m the last person on this planet to let anybody control me.

I truthfully want to learn..but the system we have now is NOT teaching me anything. It’s stress, not education.

They try to teach you that America is the best country, Jesus is good, and that stating a pledge to a piece of fabric isn’t weird at all.

Well guess what school, I’m not falling into the BULLSHIT like all of these other brainwashed kids already have.

Feb 25, 20112 notes

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Feb 24, 20112 notes

they bombed the airports in Libya

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Now they’re sure no other country will interfere and everyone can be killed.
It’s disgusting.

No one seems to care and probably no one will reblog this.

This disgusts me beyond belief. This is actually fucking happening in this world and all you’re going to probably do is glance at this and re-blog a kitten. If you could do anything, just fucking re-blog this.

Feb 24, 201136,113 notes

le snaps. that woulda been sweet feet :) i scored a free one though. yeah i'm not acknowledging the ones against nerdage xD

:) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) xD :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :)

you got a free one?? :DD

LOL :)

:0 we all wish we had that one

Feb 24, 20111 note

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Feb 24, 20111 note

Hungry Ghosts White Wives

White Wives - Hungry Ghosts

Feb 23, 20113 notes

95% of people on my Tumblr won't read this, but as we speak, Libyan people are being massacred, because they're rebelling against an unfair government. The elderly, women, children, everyone in Libya is in danger tonight. It's genocide. Reblog this to raise awareness and support the revolution.

Feb 22, 201140,991 notes

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Worker's Song Dropkick Murphys

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Dropkick Murphys: Worker’s Song
Yeh, this one’s for the workers who toil night and day
By hand and by brain to earn your pay
Who for centuries long past for no more than your bread
Have bled for your countries and counted your dead

In the factories and mills, in the shipyards and mines
We’ve often been told to keep up with the times
For our skills are not needed, they’ve streamlined the job
And with sliderule and stopwatch our pride they have robbed

[Chorus:]
We’re the first ones to starve, we’re the first ones to die
The first ones in line for that pie-in-the-sky
And we’re always the last when the cream is shared out
For the worker is working when the fat cat’s about

And when the sky darkens and the prospect is war
Who’s given a gun and then pushed to the fore
And expected to die for the land of our birth
Though we’ve never owned one lousy handful of earth?

[Chorus x3]

All of these things the worker has done
From tilling the fields to carrying the gun
We’ve been yoked to the plough since time first began
And always expected to carry the can