my body: *cries out for sleep*
me: you know what would fix this?? coffee
when u watch ur favorite character getting heartbroken and u can feel ur own heart part like moses parted the sea
When you’re in the middle of sobbing and you start dissociating so you’re like “okay I’m done now” and turn into an emotionless zombie
I don’t need negative people in my life *cuts myself off*
*being murdered*
finally
*is reincarnated as myself*
why
I’m literally doing my best but I’m not gonna beg anyone to understand that
if only we had some sort of system in place.
(struggles with self for a moment)
You know what, I’m gonna say it. I’ve been wanting to say some of this for over ten years.
You are a bad parent.
There were NUMEROUS warning about that movie. A brief search on Google would have showed why it got that rating but you didn’t even bother.
R isn’t an arbitrary letter. It stands for ‘Restricted’ meaning ‘Children under 17 aren’t allowed in without an adult’s presence and permission’. You think maybe there’s a reason for that?
So you know what? Man/Woman up. Be a fucking parent. Don’t give excuses of ‘Well my five year old has seen worse.’ It’s YOUR job to make sure they don’t. If they have, you have FAILED. They want to get something in the adult age bracket? Research it.
IMDB.com gives parental guides to each movie. Here’s the one for Deadpool.
Think it only does rated R movies? Here’s Inside Out. If you don’t want to go through the whole page to find it, just search the words parental guide.
Video game concerns. Here’s the ESRB, which does the same thing.
Be a fucking adult and don’t let media raise your children. If your that fucking lazy/incompetent, you shouldn’t be having them in the first place.
