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I went to the Renaissance faire dressed as a warrior. I had a real sword with me, too. I was standing (in character) next to a sword-fighting ring, where kids of all ages got the chance to pick up a sword and challenge the champion. Some woman walks by, with her little girl. The girl starts walking towards the ring, saying she wants to fight. But the mom pulled her away hella sharply, and was like, “That’s for boys.” You don’t want to be a BOY, do you?” And the girl looked around and saw me. I think she thought I was a boy; I had my hair in a ponytail, and was wearing a hood. So she comes up to me and asks me, “Do you think girls can be fighters, too?” And her mom looks like she’s silently gloating. Like she thinks I’m going to say no. So I take off my hood, untie my hair so that it flows freely, and kneel before her. And I’m like, “Milady, anyone can be a fighter.” I swear, the look on that mother’s face made my day.
Every time I think of the black market, I actually imagine a market, with little stalls selling illegal things like nuclear weapons and organs.
these two i swear to god
I can’t stand when people fish. Period.
I can’t stand fish.
I can’t stand.
And now we’re back to not being able to stand fish
There are 5 types of fear
3. 14 missed calls from mom
4. Username or password is incorrect
5. “We need to talk”
standing next to sunflowers always makes me feel weak like “look at this flower. this flower is taller than i am. this flower is winning and i’m losing”
Wow you are not ready to hear about trees.