:) i don't know what i'm doing with my life.

fauvismluvr98:

Late night trip to the florist

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Caitlyn Siehl, excerpt from “So You’re All Alone”  (via thatkindofwoman)

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I hope you fall in love and I hope it kicks your ass, the first time. I hope you fall in love again and I hope it feels like swimming in molasses. I hope you never get the sweet out from underneath your fingernails. I hope you open up like a sky.
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fyeahclintdempsey:

First American to score in 3 World Cups. Congratulations Clint Dempsey.

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youngstero:

my first thought this morning was “count olaf should have been more thoroughly checked by social services”

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jinn0uchi:

the-hatred-machine:

purgatorystuck:

Mi papá tiene 47 años = my dad is 47 years old

Mi papa tiene 47 anos = my potato has 47 assholes

I love spanish

A capital letter changes it even further:

Mi Papa tiene 47 anos = My pope has 47 anuses

literally the best post I have seen on this website

(Source: peterthestarcatcher, via morsebartons)

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It’s not where they take you. It’s where you take them.

(Source: fyeahclintdempsey, via landonovans)

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6 Women on Their Terrifying, Infuriating Encounters With Abortion Clinic Protesters - Cosmopolitan (via iamnotafeministtbh)

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Brittany, 28, Colorado

I was 21 when a routine physical showed that I was pregnant. I fainted when I found out. I was on the Depo-Provera shot and in a committed relationship. I was also going to college, working full time and decided to end the pregnancy. I wasn’t ready physically, emotionally or financially to be a parent. I spoke to a woman at the clinic who asked if I needed an escort from my car on the day of my appointment. My aunt and best friend were accompanying me, so I said no. But then she told me to call if I was having trouble. I asked, “Why?” She paused and said, “Just please call if you are having any issues.”

I was the first appointment that day and noticed a few men, all in their 50s or 60s, milling around the parking lot when we pulled in. Once we got out of the car, one made a beeline for us with a fistful of pamphlets. My aunt said, “Thanks, but no thanks,” and he got irate, screaming, “How can you do this? You’re killing your baby to continue on your whore lifestyle, you jezebel!’ Suddenly we were surrounded by five other men — that’s when the baby-doll parts starting hitting us.

They had a box filled with torn apart baby dolls covered with red paint. All three of us were hit — in the head, chest, torso. As they were pelting us, they yelled, “This is what you’re doing to your baby! Look at the street! It’s strewn with the blood of your baby. That’s your baby scattered across the street!” It was surreal and terrifying at once. And we still had to cross a wide street to enter the clinic. Then they shouted at my aunt, “Grandma, why are you letting her do this? Tell her to give her baby up for adoption!” My aunt responded, “First of all, I’m not old enough to be a grandma. Second, come talk to me when you have a uterus and a vagina.”

I thought I’d feel better once inside the clinic. But as I sat in the waiting area, I could hear every single girl get out of her car and do that walk of shame. That was the worst part of the day. When the doctor pulled up later that morning, there was such a frenzy the building almost shook. I heard them shouting, “Murderer!” and “Butcher!” and my heart started racing all over again.

I was the first to see the doctor. After he went over the procedure with me, he asked, “Do you have any questions?” I said, “Are they going to be there when I leave? — not, “Is there any pain?” or “How long will it take to recover?” He said, “No. After I arrive, they disperse.” That was true, and I was grateful. I would have stayed until they left. I couldn’t go through that again.

But there was one good thing the protesters did that morning: They convinced me I was making the right decision. I bet every single woman inside that waiting room felt the same way, even though none of us spoke. We’d all just been through the most heinous experience, but there was a feeling of quiet satisfaction among this group of women amidst the horror. I thought, “If I can make it through that, I can make it through the rest of this day.”

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homestuck:

rehaunt:

okay so there was this one time i went to walmart with a friend and someone just left their kid in the ball cage and it looked like walmart was selling children paired with a ball for five bucks

it looks like Gohan found the 12-star ball

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snapslikethis:

most accurate chart i’ve ever made

snapslikethis:

most accurate chart i’ve ever made

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thecutestofthecute:

What is NOT to love about this… omfg

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coketalk:

"An Illustrated Guide to American Personhood" by Sarah Baker

coketalk:

"An Illustrated Guide to American Personhood" by Sarah Baker

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