Reblogging for later

Source 

These dudes are fucking legit.  They don’t just show up one day in court, either, they actually make friends with the kids and let them know they have a support system and that there are people in the world who care about them and will always have their back.  And less important, but also cool, is that the few times a couple of them have come into my cafe, they’ve been super friendly and polite and when I told one of the guys that I noticed his Bikers Against Child Abuse patch and wanted him to know how awesome I thought he was because of it, he got kind of shy and blushed and said, “The kids are the awesome ones, we just let them know they’re allowed to be brave.”

The source is long, but so, so good. These men and women are available in 36 states, 24 hours a day to stand guard at home, in court, at school, even if the child has a nightmare. Many of them are survivors of childhood abuse as well, and know what it’s like to feel scared and alone.

Actual tears.. hnngh

Show me more of people like this, world. I give up on humans too easily.

where do i sign up for this,i want to be in this gang

This is fucking amazing. It may be out of character for me to say this but rock on

Bikers Against Child Abuse was founded in 1995 by a Native American child psychologist whose ride name is Chief, when he came across a young boy who had been subjected to extreme abuse and was too afraid to leave his house. He called the boy to reach out to him, but the only thing that seemed to interest the child was Chief’s bike. Soon, some 20 bikers went to the boy’s neighborhood and were able to draw him out of his house for the first time in weeks.

Chief’s thesis was that a child who has been abused by an adult can benefit psychologically from the presence of even more intimidating adults that they know are on their side. “When we tell a child they don’t have to be afraid, they believe us,” Arizona biker Pipes told azcentral.com. “When we tell them we will be there for them, they believe us.” ( Article)

More about BACA, from their site

My parents are a part of this organization and they are metal af

They go on runs to protect the child if they feel even the slightest threatened no matter where. If the child needs them to go on vacation with them, they do. Bikers come from across the nation to watch over and take shifts for these kids. And the best part is once you’re adopted into this family as a BACA kid, you’re always one. Even when you’re 40 and the perp gets released from jail, they’ll come meet with you and find your best options for avoiding the person and maintaining the life you’ve built for yourself. Once a BACA child, always a BACA child. In Florida, there’s 100% rate for identifying the perp based on the child’s testimony. Why? Because BACA stands with the child and supports the child so they feel comfortable enough to point out their attacker.

What’s better than a badass biker gang being on your side???

NATIVE AMERICAN CHILD PSYCHOLOGIST WHO IS A BIKER AND NAMED HIMSELF CHIEF HELL YES I’M HERE FOR THAT AND BIKERS BEING BAD ASS TO PROTECT KIDS. HELL YEAH.

it’s back! I will always reblog BACA

Damn good people.

I know they wouldn’t consider themselves such, but these people are freaking heroes and the world is a better place because of them. 

Hey folks, it talks about this in the article but its not mentioned in this post, BACA is a 501 © (3) charity that depends in part on donations to help pay for stuff like gas for their bikes. If you want to help, consider donating. 

@copperbadge You like posting about heroes, Sam. Seems like this would be up your alley.

I love these folks! I’ve reblogged them before but it’s wonderful to see the donation information has been added. 

Always reblog. Keep doing what you’re doing y'all.

Guys? This post changed my life. I saw this post. Forever ago. And thought it was only in america… and wished desperately that they could help me. But then I saw it again, during a bad episode, and checked their site. They aren’t just in the USA

They’re in Canada as well and probably other countries. I met and talked with a native guy who runs the place near me. His name is Shaman. I got in, and I’m considered a BACA child now. Despite being 17, turning 18 when I talked to them. They spent time with me when my abuser was over, they gave me therapy resources. They give you something called a ‘level 1′ where they go to your house with as many bikers as they can, i shit you not a solid 20-40 bikers came from even out of province, and met me. I got to choose my biker name and I got a vest with patches on it and my name on it. They all hugged a Teddybear before giving it to me, and told me if I ever felt the BACA bear was running out of love, to give them a call and they’d refill it for me, and then I got a ride on one of their bikes. Just a day or so ago I went to an annual party with them and they we ate food one of them cooked and had a lot of laughs. 

I’ve never felt as loved as I did being a part of the BACA family. They also gave me dog tags with the names, and phone numbers of my 2 workers.  So I can call them whenever I feel scared. 

BACA is an absolutely wonderful group that will do everything in it’s power to help any child whos been abused. 

And it doesn’t end when you’re 18 either. As long as you get in contact/get your level 1 before you’re 18? you’re ALWAYS a BACA kid. I’m 18 now and they still invite me to parties, ask me if I’m okay, and are there for me. They’re still trying to find me resources for therapy. 

BACA has changed my fucking life. 

I hope you all can read this, and reblog it knowing from someone who fucking been with them, that they are absolutely amazing. 

*sobbing* THE PEOPLE WE NEED TODAY ARE RIGHT HERE EVERYONE!!!

i just had the weirdest moment, i was feeling my front teeth with my tongue because they’re the tiniest bit crooked, and then i had the thought “i’ll check if they’re also crooked in my other mouth” and then i realized to my shock and confusion that i have only one mouth, leading me to believe that in a past life i was a terrible monster with two mouths

A few months ago, I thought to myself “Mmm I’m so tired… how much longer in this one again?” and I knew instinctively what I meant by ‘this one’ was this body and this life. I then spend a few wide-eyed moments having an identity/existential crisis like how many times have I been on this earth to have such an instinctive response to being bone-weary to my soul? No one can really answer, especially not me.

In July 2017, one night I woke up around 2 a.m and blurted out in a quasi professorial voice “the Equinox Bird has infinite beaks, all in the wrong direction, and infinite eyes” and I don’t know what the fuck I was dreaming about but it still haunts me. It seemed like a very important information for a few seconds.

i really appreciate the last commenter giving us an exact date and time like that information needs to be preserved

One time I passed out on the couch after going a few days without sleep, and when I woke up mom said I had been speaking in German in my sleep, and it sounded like I was ordering people to build something

When I was like 5 my mom took me to the grave of her friend that died of cancer and I asked what happened and my mom explained that she died and i fucking said “I died once” and my mom asked me to explain and I went into pretty detailed explanation about how I died in a war because “I got stabbed by a gun with a knife at the end” (my exact words) and I met god and she (she’s a woman obvs) asked if I wanted to stay or go back to earth and I said I wanted to go back so I chose my mom cause she was struggling to have a baby (she had me through IVF) and lemme tell you that changed her like nothing will make you second guess your religious beliefs like a five year old explaining heaven and god to you

this post is a fucking ride and it reminded me of something i forgot

one time i was playing on my wii (like 5-ish years ago) and i thought to myself “i haven’t checked on rowan in a week, has he died from the plague? :(“ and i didn’t think anything of it for a bit until later when i had a “what the fuck” moment

I love this kind of shit because it happens to me all the goddamn time. Like:

-The other night I rolled over in the middle of the night to shake my partner awake, proceeded to tell him how I was glad that ‘this time round we would truly have the freedom to love each other properly’ and how his hands belonged to his last self, but his eyes had never changed in all the lives I’d known him. And he just laid there in the dark like wtf because I was asleep. Like I’d woken him to tell him that all in my sleep and then left him to have a crisis.

- Watching the history channel with my Pop on the couch, tender age of 7, and they’re talking about crucifixion. And my pop, ever the funny man, is like “that looks like it aughta hurt”. And I just turn to look at him and without hesitation reply “only at first”. And he’s like “what do you mean” and tiny me just shrugged and said “well there’s a place beyond the hurt where everything just stops” and he turned the telly off and left the room.

- night before Christmas 2012, dreamt I’d been stabbed in the lungs by an angel with the face of a falcon. He looked at me and told me he had to do it, so that ‘my next breath would come as a rebirth’. When he started to glow so brightly that it burned my eyes, I woke up to all the lights in my house on and a dark bruise beneath my rib cage. Will admit, that one freaked me out.

- walked past a graveyard with a friend back in middle school on the way to her house, and mid conversation I stopped talking and stood stock still, looked over at the walls,and quietly said “I have a friend in there”. Then picked up the conversation and continued strolling like nothing had happened. To be fair, I didn’t realise what I’d said. She still tells me I’m the reason she can’t walk past that graveyard anymore.

- a couple of years ago when I was in Wales I walked past an old stone house just outside of Aberystwyth, and just started to weep. I had the overwhelming thought that I needed to be in there to get dinner ready for the children, but in a different life so long ago and so impossible to reach, that thefeeling of loss was instant and overwhelming.

- was about to use a pedestrian crossing, when my whole body just sort of went hey don’t do that, and so I stopped and put my arm out to stop the woman who was crossing behind me, and 2 seconds later a car came skidding around the corner and crashed into the tree on the other side of the crossing, and I just whispered “ha, not this time” and didn’t really think about it until later when I realised I’d nearly died again. (Btw i waited for th ambulance to show up and the dude driving the car was fine, just hit his head and was drunk af at 10:30am on a Thursday).

- another dream I had just this week, I was sitting in an otherwise empty cinema with a tall, thin man. I can’t really recall what he looked like, except he was well dressed, impossibly pale, and he kind of blurred when you looked directly at him, so I mainly watched him out the corner of my eye and looked ahead at the blank movie screen. He was holding my hand, and he asked me if i enjoyed my life. I said yes and explained why. He then said, almost verbatim, “And how does this one weigh against the last? Can it tip the scales, or is it, at last, to be found lacking?” And I replied, almost verbatim “I weigh my lives against my joy, and each life I find there is more joy to be discovered.” He replied with a laugh, lifted my hand to a kiss and said “till next time then” and disappeared. I woke up in the dark with both my cats sitting on me, alert, and staring out my bedroom door.

So many more, but these are the first that come to mind.

When I was little, my mother, my sister and I would dream in unison so often that one time when my mother was having a rather dull dream about golf my tiny 3 year old self shook her awake and told her to stop because it was boring. She dreaded having nightmares because both of us would wake up shrieking. 

My sister and I have also been known to argue in our sleep. Witnesses assure us that whatever made the shouting start, we both knew what it was and were mad about it. We don’t need to be in the same room for this.

We also stayed in a haunted house for a while. An old lady had fallen in the chilly hallway just outside the warm kitchen, broken her hip, and couldn’t reach high enough to open the door, so she died of hypothermia a foot away from a telephone and warmth. Without fail, every person who stood in that spot and tried to open that door - the single most used door in the house, being between the kitchen and the bathroom and front door - felt cold and found themselves scrabbling frantically at the door handle, which was always strangely hard to open from that side. You got used to it to an extent, but it always hit strangers hard. 

Shit dude yall are cursed

I love this thread

I’ve had several experiences like this and if you ask my family, it’s because we were cursed by a witch several generations back. But! Highlights include:

I’m reblogging this to read later because holy shit

Oh my god

When I was very little (3?) I told my mom she had me so she wouldn’t have to eat cupcakes by herself on her birthday; I was a surprise rainbow child at 28. I guess the year before I was born a birthday party for my mom fell through and she’d eaten the cupcakes alone, she’d had no idea how I knew.

…what???

this is a universal experience because education is chronically underfunded across the world

Eyyyy portables.

My high school actually tore all of them down because a mother got pissed that her daughter got injured (I think she had a really bad sprain) walking up the rotting steps to go into one.

foodfightme:

The cutest killing machines I ever did see

Help, what do you call these?

@sweeterixthenixsweetener NO

YOU FUCKING IDIOT

FREEZE

POPS.

THEY ARE CALLED

FREEZE  POPS.

FUCK YOU NO!

FREEZE POPS

I AM GOING TO DE-BONE YOU!

I WILL DEFEND MY FREEZE POPS TO THE END OF MY LIFE.

Popsicles

NO!

…

…

…

..I call them pop-pops in glass……….

They’re Freezies.

Who are you? I call then popsicles

These are fucking popsicles.

Those things up there, Canadians for the most part call them freezies but i have seen freeze pops and that term is one I find acceptable.

*whispers from back of room*

Freeze pops

@emptywithout

YOU CALL THEM

Oh my Chuck this is so funny!

They’re popsicles

F R E E Z E. P O P S.

FUCKING FREEZE POPS

YES!!!!!!!!

ThEY ARE LITERALLY CALLED OTTER POPS

Firstly, we’re gonna start ww3 at this rate.

Secondly, they’re fucking called freezies.

.-.

Fuck you they’re POPSICLES. I’d gladly win ww3 for that goal.

I’ve started ww3 huh?

YES

AND THEY ARE FUCKING

FREEZE

POPS

(the image is a rainbow spectrum collection of frozen juice encapsulated in ruler-shaped plastic.) Isn’t it so great that we have so many great names from something we all enjoy

ICY POLES!!

@kerowinchester what the fuck kind of universe do you live in???? they’re clearly called push pops thank you very much

FREEZIE POPS

IM MIDWESTERN AND SOMETIMES SAY WEIRD SHIT GIVE ME A BREAK

@s1ck-b0y-s0ld13r wow. You guys are really weird

@band-tees-n-comic-books yes. Yes we are. Now, may I offer you a bottle completely unthreatening, unlikely to make you cough violently vernors ginger ale?

Feel free to take one but heed my warning, you may die

Whot in tarnation?

@band-tees-n-comic-books vernors ginger ale, anyone who isnt midwestern that drinks it seems to cough violently until the chug about three glasses of water

Yes

I have tested this

I am cruel, but this is nescessary, I am sorry

i have never seen or heard of a Vernors Ginger Ale. omg im learning new things

Here’s all you need to know! It leaves out the violent coughing that it may cause to those who aren’t used to it, wikipedia writers are cowards.

thank you very much friendo! 

FREEZE POPS

FREEZE POPS?

FREEZE POPS.

MR. FREEZIES

…..

what?…..

I’m sorry did i stutter

WHY YES

YOU FUCKING DID

THEY’RE CALLED MR. FREEZIES

Mr.

Freezies.

THEY ARE FUCKING CALLED OTTER POPS FIGHT ME

:) ding :) dong :) you :) are :) wrong :)

..ice lollies..

MR FREEZE 

nO

Ice pops

Mouth enlargers

FUCK YOU ALL, THE BEST ONE IS THE ICE POP’S

Press-succies

op living up to their username.  

Also they’re Otter Pops, you swine

Handfrezzers

Sweet frozen liquid in plastic bags.

Cold gay poppies

you idiots their called I C E Y S

ICE POPS ARE GAY

ICE CREAM IS THE SHIT

HOLY SHIT THIS IS AWESOME, I’M SUBBING TO THIS THREAD

The lifeblood of summer at the factory. Zooper Doopers

I’m sorry, ZOOPER DOOPER!? No. Wrong. Entirely incorrect.

They’re Otter Pops and no one can tell me otherwise. Fight me.

Zooper Doopers are lit

Y’all fucking dumbasses absolute buffoons

THOSE ARE ICE POPS

Ice pops or otter pops…keep your zooperdooper shit away from me

ICE POPS

POPSICLES

but technically our brand is called mr freezie or some shit like that but nobody cares about that

yeah no they’re just popsicles 

yeah exactly nobody gives a fuck about the name of the brand

I feel like our brand is fla-vor-ice or something but yes exactly the brand is irrelevant 

we have that brand too it just matters where you buy them at

Frozen juice sticks…

@i-will-later-regret-this do you regret starting this, and hence live up to your url

because if you do, you shouldnt.

Off brand strap on

wait so we’re gonna ignore the person who said Oh my Chuck because i’m 100% sure supernatural did NOT need to be in this also its popsicles

Wait WHAT

ZOOPER DOOPERS YOU UNEDUCATED CHICKEN MCNUGGET FLAVORED BREADSTICKS

RYN I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE YOU’RE FROM BUT IT’S FREEZIES

freeze pops guys…. f-freeze pops….

I call them Tip Tops-

T I P T O P S????

the fact that this is a post of everyone just legit arguing about a fucking iced juice sucking candy in a cylindrical plastic packet makes it funnier

in Argentina we call those Naranju hahaha 

WE CALL THEM ICE CANDY HERE IN PHILIPPINES AND NO ONE’S FIGHTING ME

I didn’t even know they had a name up until now, but I say Freeze Pops

Ahhh, yes, I remember this debate

Freeze pops. Absolutely

The things that were referred to as “popsicles” are ice lollies. Popsicles don’t exist

They’re ICE POPS!!!

NAY, SIR. THESE ARE O T T E R P O P S.

IS THAT A GIF IN A GIF IN A GIF

This is officially the best thing on tumblr.

Wtf

I forgot about this and here it is again. Now i will have it forever.

i have never seen this but i am that i had because this is the best thing ever

Reblogging to have

Dexter’s Laboratory

Johnny Bravo 

Cow and Chicken 

I am Weasel 

The Powerpuff Girls 1998

Ed Edd n Eddy 

Mike Lu and Og 

Courage the Cowardly Dog 

Sheep in the Big City 

Time Squad 

Samurai Jack 

Robot Jones 

Codename Kids Next Door 

Billy and Mandy 

Teen Titans 

Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends

Camp Lazlo 

Chowder 

Flapjack 

Reblog if you remember these 90′s/2000′s cartoon network shows 

the one experience that unites all 90s and early 2000s kids is experiencing at least one work of fiction with a deceptively adorable illustration of cute animals on the cover who live in societies with an established political system, hierarchy of leadership and culture and are driven from their homes by human activity and/or engage in violent conflicts with other animals in similar communities that lead to many of the characters’ brutal deaths, which are described in graphic detail and which left you briefly emotionally traumatized by being confronted with the concept of your own fragile mortality before you were 10

the 4 horsemen

it has been brought to my attention that this was an ENTIRE GENRE of children’s fiction for some reason

This has happened to me before when I was in college at a frat party. This girl comes squeezing herself in between me and my friend and throws her arms around me. “Amanda, I am so glad you decided to come!” I was so confused and just figured she was drunk and mistaked me for someone else, until I saw the panic on her face. She leaned close and whispered that a guy was following her, was certain that he had put something in her drink and if I would please play along. I looked behind her and sure enough, some creep was watching her like a hawk. We invited her to hang out with us the rest of the night and even waited until her ride showed up just to make sure she was safe. Always look out for each other!

If you ever feel scared like this just come up to me like we have been friends since kindergarten, call me any name u can come up with ill play along.

Stay together, stay safe

Perfect advice. I’m reblogging this as a guy, because first of all, if you”re a guy : DON’T DO THAT. Don’t be that creep.

And if you’re a guy and you notice some creep is following or stalking a girl, and that she’s obviously uncomfortable or panicked, go ahead and say hi, long time no see, pretend to be her cousin, and tell her discretly you noticed there was a shady guy. Ask her if something’s wrong, if she feels unsafe, if she wants your help (very important - she may not trust you enough, no one could blame her, don’t take it personally). (and don’t you dare take advantage of the help you offered for a flirt opportunity, that would make you no better than the creep)

We can all stop “witnessing and do nothing”, and set an example.

Alternative option for a guy: if you feel safe doing so, go up to the creeper who’s following her and be like “hey WHAT’S UP bud do you like SPORTS? My favourite team is the redsox what’s YOURS my man? What you DRINKING dude that looks GOOD.” and be friendly and just loud enough to blow his cover. Draw attention to him and see what he does. He won’t feel as safe creeping if he knows people are looking at him, and maybe he’ll leave. It also means the woman won’t have to worry that you are *another* creeper she has to be wary of, and you may distract the bad dude enough to give her a chance to lose him.

Reblogging for that last comment.

NO THIS NEEDS TO BE BOOSTED

so like if we are mutuals and you need to call someone on the phone legit hit me up and i will totally give you my number for situations like this. I don’t give two fucks if I’m at work! Your safety is more important to me! Please call me and laugh obnoxiously. Hell put me on speaker while you talk so my coworkers can help make some noise and keep you company

^^^^ this tho

SAME HERE

Dexter’s Laboratory

Johnny Bravo 

Cow and Chicken 

I am Weasel 

The Powerpuff Girls 1998

Ed Edd n Eddy 

Mike Lu and Og 

Courage the Cowardly Dog 

Sheep in the Big City 

Time Squad 

Samurai Jack 

Robot Jones 

Codename Kids Next Door 

Billy and Mandy 

Teen Titans 

Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends

Camp Lazlo 

Chowder 

Flapjack 

Reblog if you remember these 90′s/2000′s cartoon network shows 

Cursed Creature here

Discount cowboy!!! My brand :)

You lucky bitch.

Im an indifferent gremlin.

Like, it is true but I didn’t come here to be called out like this.

CURSED COWBOY

Come get y’all

DISCOUNT ACTIVIST

Indifferent cowboy

Dumb Creature

Shark Infested Goth

@weepingstudentartist

……..

……….

………….

Spicy gay.

yeah

Depressed thot

... why does it have to be accurate tho

Moss Graffiti: A How To Guide

are you fucking for real

Imagine being the criminal who returns weekly to make sure his fucking plant art is doing alright

Later

I found it! I fucking found it! In my fucking dash! Nothing can stop me now! *EVIL GIGGLES*

OMG SAME RIGHT I SAW IT A YEAR AGO AND WAS UPSET I COULDNT FIND IT AGAIN

FUCKING AWESOME!!!!

Hello poision ivy!

This is fake you guys. Threadbanger did an entire video on youtube years ago not only trying it but also debunking it.

The moss art you see is done by a literal artist that had her pictures stolen and credited to a random pin project that doesn’t even work.

Once my friend Henry was accused of wearing wireless headphones by a substitute so she said for him to hand them over so he took them off and handed them to her. Then later on she asked him a question and he didn’t respond so she said it louder and he still didn’t respond. She asked why he was not responding and he said “I can’t understand you ma'am, you took my hearing aids.”

HOLY SHIT

one time we had a sub that was handing back papers and called my name. I asked if someone could grab it for me and she started mocking me for not even standing up. taunting me asking why I was not walking up to the front to get the paper myself.

my classmates went dead silent and after the sub’s laughter ended someone informed her that the wheelchair parked nearby belonged to me

I had a sub in English once, on presentation day. And everyone goes up and does their thing, and then its my turn. The whole time im stuttering and mixing up my words, having to stop and re-say my sentences. The rest of the class is used to this and claps. However, by the time its over, the teacher is 100% done.

Starts saying horrible thing about how im going to have to get over my ‘fear of public speaking’ and how she’s heard 8 year olds give better presentations (plus worse things but I don’t really member them). By then im in tears and on the brink of a panic attack, and then she starts telling me off for crying The rest of the class is horrified. Then this boy stands up. He never been my friend and we never really got along, but he’d never bullied me. He told her in a pissed off, cold voice that in freshmen year I got a concussion and that I never really recovered from it, so all that was medical related and I couldn’t help it. Then he starts telling her off and the rest of the class joins him.   The teacher is mortified and tries to cover her ass, but the whole class walked out and that boy took me by the shoulders and we all walked to the principles office and told him what had happened. Lets just say she isn’t teaching anymore. Also, turns out that boy had a sister like me, who couldn’t really speak. We’ve been best friends for 8 years and i’ll be his best woman at his wedding next year.  The moral is that Teachers, even subs, and adults shouldn’t scold kids before knowing the whole story, because shit like that can fuck up kids self-esteem for the rest of their life. 

When I was thirteen, I had to have spinal surgery. When my doctor said I was allowed to attend school again, he said I had to use a wheelchair when on school grounds. My first day back at school, my special-ed teacher had put up a banner in her classroom that read, “There is no elevator to success. You must take the stairs.” I asked what that meant regarding my wheelchair, and she gave me detention for “disrespecting her authority”. The next week she gave us a homework assignment to design a poster that could potentially be used as a Public Service Advertisement. On the due-date, I handed this in.

My special-ed teacher was fucking OUTRAGED. She wanted me expelled for ridiculing her authority in front of the other students. The principal proclaimed my work to be “a masterpiece of satirical genius” and vetoed the special-ed teacher’s attempt to expel me.

Reblogging this post yet again, this time for the masterpiece of satirical genius. Hope the teacher got in trouble.

oh my god, what the f*ck, teachers?

Reblog if you're not homophobic

Every url that reblog’s will be written in a book and shown to my homophobic dad. 

ive never hit reblog so fast

Thats 1,595,968 URLs

What a year this week has been.

It’s Monday.

It sure as hell is.

The earlier in the day Monday you reblog the funnier this gets

Why Movies About College are Actually Full of Shit.

This is very important because my brother and I grew up thinking college was like this. Like we would live out a beer commercial.

And when I got to college and it DIDN’T happen, it stressed me out. I thought I was doing something wrong again. I had, apparently, messed up high school according to the media, and now college?! The supposed best time of my life?! It created a big depression, and living far from home made it worse as I had no friends or family I could immediately talk to. It took a long time for me to understand that movies and commercials and shows that portray college like that is complete and utter bullshit.

Also, a reminder: 

Most Americans don’t have college degrees. Of the ones who do, tons of them don’t finish in four years. 

Lots of people go to community colleges. 

Lots of people live at their parents’ house while in school. 

The TV and movie stereotype of college–even just the “everyone goes to college and lives in a dorm” thing–only a tiny minority of Americans actually live that out. 

And of you feel like you should accomplish more or don’t feel like you accomplished enough remember, the previous generation fucked things up for us so it’s taling EVERYONE a little longer to get to where they want to be