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Today was the first day I let myself have a “bad day” and ugly cry all over my house. Work has been hard, family things have been hard, relationships with friends are struggling, my pet is very sick, my grandpa has cancer. I’ve bottled this all up for the entire quarantine, and today I just hit my breaking point after realizing the limited number of days or weeks my senior pet has, my grandpa having surgery in 6 days, and a stressful work morning. I got home and broke down ugly crying on a hammock in my backyard for all the neighbors to see, and now in my bed after a shower. Knowing I have to go back for the final hours of my shift make me feel drained, I’m allowing myself to have this day to mourn everything that’s crumbling around me 
“The Universe is saying: Allow me to flow through you unrestricted, and you will see the greatest magic you have ever seen.”
— Klaus Joehle (via cosmofilius)
How my parents influenced my views on marriage.
It’s been a minute since I hopped on here and just rambled.
I’ve been with my boyfriend and literal love of my life for almost 2 years now, there is no question that I want to spend the rest of my life with him. I never wanted to get married until I met him. The very second time we ever hung out, I looked at him for no reason in my head and knew I was going to marry him, I was in love with him I just didn’t say it.
My parents are still married, but there marriage is far from perfect and loving. They could fight about whether the sky is blue. It’s like walking on eggshells at my house, on bad days I live with headphones in my ears music full blast. I never wanted that, I never wanted what they had, as sad as it was to admit, I know and still know they are waiting for my sister to finish up college so they can divorce. Neither of them are happy.
When I met my current boyfriend, that changed. His family was so big, warm and welcoming. He had a mom and a step dad who love each other so much. I saw that, they welcomed me in when my dad was thrown out and I wanted to be anywhere but home, even though at that time we had only been dating a month and a half.
If I’m being honest for most of my life my parents killed the idea of marriage. I thought all marriages turn out to be like there’s. I thought this because my mom always said you have no idea what goes on in a marriage and that after awhile it’s just like having a roommate. I thought if I got married I was bound to hate my partner eventually, I was bound to have daily fights, and bound to have my kids resent me. I never saw my parents sit down and talk and I never saw them actually fix things. Someone always held the fight over the others head.
When I met my boyfriend I made it my goal to never go to bed angry, we will always fix it, there is no sleeping in things and dragging it out. We did that. We do that. I actually knew what it was like to love someone so hard and fearlessly, I knew what it was like to want to marry someone. I’ve made it my mission do nothing my parents do, I never want my kids to have to pick sides in a fight, I never want them to hear what I’ve heard or seen what I’ve seen.
I want to get married.
library date?? coffee shop date??? museum date?? art gallery date?? stargazing date?? napping date?? picnic date??? yes
“If you want to kill yourself, kill what you don’t like. I had an old self that I killed. You can kill yourself too, but that doesn’t mean you got to stop living.”
— Archie’s Final Project. Dir. David Lee Miller. (via wordsnquotes)
“You never know how strong you are, until being strong is your only choice.”
— Bob Marley
Oh what I would give to be 7 again.
It’s okay!
It’s okay that absolutely nothing went right today, I had no ride home from school and it was freezing cold! I had to do a really big presentation and didn’t make the time on like 2 sections of it! All I want to eat right now is oranges and we don’t have any oranges! Last night I got like two hours of sleep! I have literally been sad all day but like that’s what depression will do to you. But it’s okay! Today was a crummy day but I know I will wake up tomorrow and I have a chance to make it a better day! To try to smile at least 5 times tomorrow, and the chance to make at least one complete stranger smile, and the chance to make my friends laugh. I truly can make tomorrow a better day:)
What being a liberal in a republican family is like||my experience
I want to start by saying I love my family very much and respect the fact our views are different and they most likely always will be different.
I was very opinionated at a very young age. I knew exactly what I wanted and how to say it. I grew up and matured pretty quickly and pretty young, the way I grew up I basically had to in a way. Something about the news always fascinated me and I would often watch it when nothing else was on tv. So I knew what I was saying. I was 7(I think??) when Obama was elected. I remember asking the front desk lady at my doctors office who she was voting for and telling her if I could vote, it would be for Obama.
My parents never told me who they voted for in that election but they were pretty open about who the voted for to be the 45th president, Donald Trump. When I say my whole family supports Trump I mean it. All of my grandparents and aunts(except for one) and even my 13 year old sister. My grandma always tries to prove me wrong in any political argument and tries to change my views. We can’t have one political conversation without her trying to tell me Trump is a good man and acts maturely.
My parents on the other hand have never tried to change my views. They know where I stand. We have had political conversations but never has my parents ever told me my opinion was “wrong” or I should want to become I republican because now I’m working and taxes get taken out of my check every two weeks. They have always just informed me on how they feel and the reasons behind their arguments. Which the majority of them, I can see where they are coming from.
For the most part my parents have almost, always....well kinda been supportive of me and my decisions in life. I was lucky enough to be raised by parents who see my independence and don’t agree with it but don’t try to force their views on me. Who don’t scream at me for supporting Bernie Sanders or Hillary Clinton. They have always encouraged me to become independent and have my own opinions.
Aw, yeah, that’s the good shit.
weirdly, or maybe not-weirdly, photos like this fill me with hope.
Because no matter how much we stamp our feet and insist on being All-Important, maybe we’re actually not so much, and after we take ourselves off the game board in a huff of indignation, Life will barely notice we were there.
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So I looked up the whole story and, as the BBC reports:
I legitimately want to know what the wife’s reaction to this was. I know she deserves to go to jail for attempted murder, but I can only just wonder what was going through her head when she saw him get out of bed complaining of a headache.
Licia Ronzulli, member of the European Parliament, has been taking her daughter Vittoria to the Parliament sessions for two years now.
Every time this is on my dash, it’s an automatic reblog.