I think about interactions I have with people.
Then I think about how incredibly different they would be if either of us knew we were going to die the next day.
I would like to live a little more like this.
I would like to treat myself like that a little more.
A lot more.
Wayne Brady: 50,072,587,425
Ryan Stiles: 11,113,372,791.5
Colin Mochrie: 3,012,399,040.5
Chip Esten: 2,004,047,000
Greg Proops: 1,001,122,117
Brad Sherwood: 1,071,980.5
Denny Segal: 1,059,560
Karen Maruyama: 1,004,450
…
Wayne would get the most points
Source: edfreemaybe
Ravenclaw Pisceans spend so much time dreaming or reading books of legends that it’s a wonder they ever come down to earth. Care must be taken that they do not neglect their material needs, including those that involve sleep, food, and drink. These wizards are natural seers, and often specialize…
me. me. me. me. me.
did I say me?
because me.
Source: togekissus
She is an amazing mom.
I hope my kids love me like I love her.
I woke up and I realized I was beautiful.
It’s still weird saying it but I know.
I had my first* hormonal blowout today.
In all fairness, I haven’t cried or really vented about anything that has happened since my ex boyfriend lost his fucking mind and more importantly, since I found out I was pregnant.
The day started out crappy as hell and it just…got worse and I figured that I just needed to eat my burrito and things would get better. The next thing I remember is crying hysterically and turning to my friend screaming “Theres no guacamole in my burrito!” I vaguely remember blubbering something about broccoli and retardation.
And then one of my guy friends showed up in the peak of my hysteria and I said, no, yelled that if he said one word to me I was going to punch him in the fucking face and as I walked by him I screamed something about penises being stupid and that he was an asshole. Something about boys always saying the wrong thing and what is the point of them having a brain if they’re not going to use it because you don’t need a frontal lobe to breathe…and that’s all they’re good for. Basically LOTS of man hating.
I’m not used to having close to no control of my emotions and it feels like I’m walking on eggshells in my own mind. Love the movie, but watching what to expect when you’re expecting was a MISTAKE. I have a bald spot forming from the trich and I really feel like punching someone in the face would be very therapeutic.
*the keyword in that sentence is first because it WILL NOT be the last…not by a fucking long shot…
So everyone who’s reblogged the Taylor Swift gif set making its way around Tumblr currently should go ahead and read this fantastic article. Here’s an excerpt if the above graphic doesn’t convince you:
Swift’s lyrical message to teenage girls is clear: BOYS. That’s it. Just boys. Crying over boys and feeling broken and/or completed by boys.
In fact, Swift loves boys at the exclusion of just about everything else, including other girls. Other girls are obstacles; undeserving enemies who steal Taylor’s soulmates with their bewitching good looks and sexual availability. Unfortunately for these mute yet effortlessly hunky jungle-eyed boys, by choosing the “beautiful” girls over Taylor (who is, suspiciously… also beautiful…), they’re missing out on Taylor’s unique understanding of their heart/inner fireball/angelic rainshower/sweet glory of Jesus. “All those other girls are beautiful,” Taylor pines, “But would they write a song for you?”
This is perhaps her music’s most grating sin: the sex-shaming girl-bashing passed off as outsider insecurity. Boys are angels lit from within with cool hair, fast cars, and eyes that often resemble light sources (stars, sunbeams, etc). These boys never grow beyond metaphor into humanity. If they did, we might have to confront the very idea that Taylor Swift’s entire career is designed to destroy: that teenagers want to have sex. And that wanting is confusing.
Certainly, she’s among a handful of teenage pop stars who truly practices what she preaches. Taylor’s behavior & imagery is just as wholesome as the apple pie her fans dream of baking for their own Jonas Brother-esque boyfriend. She doesn’t peddle paradoxical mixed messages about sex like the previous generation of teenaged pop stars.
I mean, she’s pretty clear in “Fifteen” — really the only song where Taylor has an actual female friend — that “Abigail gave everything she had to a boy, who changed his mind, and we both cried.”
I’ll spare you the time of listening to the song and watching the video and give it to you straight: Abigail had sex with a boy, and later they broke up. That’s right. No marriage. She gave him all she had.
That’s right. All Abigail had was her hymen.Really, just go ahead and read the whole thing. It’s well worth your time.
(via whentheworldmeltsaway)
Source: autostraddle.com
Post a picture of your damage when it was at its worst. When was this and what was going on in your life? How did you overcome the crisis?
Oh. no. I actually don’t think I can put a picture of that online because it would scar my friends.
I would say that it was at its worst my junior and senior yeah of high school. I overcame nothing because I’m still doing it but the reason it stopped being so bad at that time was probably because I was in public all of the time.
Today is defintiely a pulling day. I was looking forward to my psych appointment today to find out that it was on monday. Talking to cindy is amazing because she is an extremely awesome person and this appointment was pretty significant to me because the last time I saw her I wasn’t prengant, about to move and preparing to look for an adoptive family.
I’m also pretty sure I lost two of my best friends and I’m not exactly sure why because they won’t talk to me. Obviously, things are extremely This is a tough time for all of us, I just didnt think that would be the reason I would never hear form them again.
I’ve heard twice now that it’s “hard to see me be so emotionless about this.” And I really don’t understand what is so “hard” about it. Do I need to be falling apart or jumping for joy in order for you to be okay with what I’m saying? I don’t find it condusive to not be level headed when I am talking about it because every other second of the day I am a hormonal wreck. Plus, I loooooove hiding from the world and this would be the time to do it, but I can’t and I’m better than that and baby deserves better than that.
Between music, school, moving, getting a new job, getting a loan (essentially, starting to save the world), there is a very good chance that I could fail at all of it. The thing that is most heart breaking right now is that I already failed at being good enough mom to do it all and have baby or rather, I have already failed at just being a good enough mom.
