March 2012
February 2012
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Rick Santorum, Meet My Son →
jessicavalenti:
“I’m so grateful that Ronan is my child. I also wish he’d never been born; no person should suffer in this way—daily seizures, blindness, lack of movement, inability to swallow, a devastated brain—with no hope for a cure. Both of these statements are categorically true; neither one is mutually exclusive.”
serendipitous sweets: OTHER WORLDLY FOE →
milkbbi:
♥ HELLO!! ( 9 u 9)y ♥
time for a new journal :>
how is everyone doing? what is impacting your life right now? patiently waiting for the arrival of something? shamrock shake from mickey D’s? new rhythm heaven game? a letter from yr love INTEREST? well whatever it is~…
If not now, then when?: The problem with parenting... →
littlemissmutant:
allies-person:
To begin, an anecdote: My grandma used to live in a retirement community. She and her friends had numerous games that they played together: poker, mahjong, gin rummy…and one-upsmanship about their children. This is how it went. They would sit around…
pizzaforpresident:
Meryl Streep could play my mother and I’d believe her.
streaming the french movie donkey skin!!!
watch it with meee <3
http://www.livestream.com/girlycave
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For women, heart attacks look different. →
elfgrove:
distractedbyshinyobjects:
Follow me down the rabbit hole for a second:
I’ve long wondered if this - that women don’t recognize the symptoms of a heart attack in themselves, and consequently don’t get the fast care that is vital for heart attack survival - is the reason heart disease is the #1 killer in women. Women statistically take better care of themselves health-wise, than men...
barrowmans:
omfg so today I saw a man and a woman holding hands in public, i mean i don’t have anything against heterosexuality but don’t flaunt it in front of me, think of the kids omfg
PENCIL: You know, I'm really sorry.
ERASER: For what? You didn't do anything wrong.
PENCIL: I'm sorry, 'couse you get hurt because of me. Whenever I make a mistake, you're always there to erase it. But as you make my mistakes vanish, you lose a part of yourself. You get smaller and smaller every time.
ERASER: That's true, but i don't really mind. You see, I was made to do this. I was made to help you whenever you do something wrong. Even though, one of these days, I know I'll be gone and you have to replace me with a new one, I'm actually happy with my job. So please, stop worrying. I hate seeing you sad.
random blogger reading this: what
me: OTP
