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Just take little steps towards your goal every day. You got this.
Every so often, I get depressed, I get drunk, and I log onto Tumblr to relive the days when depressed and drunk was the norm for me.
Today is that every so often. What are all my sad bitches up to?
Winter.
I don’t want to be rich, I just want to be comfy.
Want to have one really nice set of plates and silverware for company and Thanksgiving.
Want to be able to buy a new outfit and a good bra at least a couple times a year.
Want to be able to give “just because” gifts.
Want to burn incense and candles in my home daily, and have nice soaps.
Want to be able to donate to charity frequently and without worry.
Want to buy hardcover books to read and put on a shelf for my kids to read someday.
Want to have candies in bowls for people who visit.
Want to be able to take my young siblings and cousins to a movie and let them get the big popcorn they won’t finish, because there’s magic in just having it.
Want to have a linen closet or at least a linen shelf.
Want to go see live local theater several times a year.
Want to have a bottle of wine or champagne in the house for when I suddenly need to celebrate.
Want to have a kitchen with basic baking supplies so I can bake bread on the weekend, and pies for special occasions.
I just want to be comfy.
this.
What happened when a group of Harvard students took the 1964 Louisiana Literacy Test that was designed to keep black people from voting? They all failed.
Leaving the actual test here because wow the questions
What in the world. …
I’m so fucking confused. This is just awful.
I feel like there is no answer to half of these questions and if there is, then the wording of the sentences is so fucked up you’d never get it right in 10 minutes
Some of these are intentionally made to have no answer. I knew literary tests were messed up, but I’ve never actually seen one.
so i saw this photo of a harpy eagle
and i thought “woah what a noble beast” so i searched for more photos and i just
even the babies
i mean
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Dont forget the child in the manger had to flee with his unwed mother and her boyfriend to another country. As a refugee.
Look up “Jose y Maria” by Everett Patterson
José y María , by Everett Patterson.
11 months out of the year: life is a trainwreck
in december: life is a polar expresswreck
kids have no concept of anything. i walked into my kindergarten class and one kid asked me what my name was. when i said miss jones, he said “i like that name. did you know i’m in love with you”
i asked my four year old cousin how old he thought i was going to be at my next birthday and he said 8. im 23
once i told a 6 year old that i had finished school and was doing “more school” [university] and she asked “why haven’t you found anyone to marry then”
We were at a museum and I was asking for the student discount and my nine year old cousin looks up at me with his eyes wide and says “wait you’re a STUDENT??”
I used to babysit these three kids and the eldest who was around 11 at the time was talking about how adults are boring and when I told him I was an adult he said, “That’s not true, you’re my age”
our aunt teaches and she has this story about a little girl who really was always pretty quiet in class and then on the final day of kindergarten she just up and stated ‘i’m all teached now. i don’t need to be teached anymore. i’m done of being teached.’
once when i was 19, I told my little cousin that i was 19 and she looked up at me with huge eyes and went, “Does that mean you don’t have to bring an adult with you to the pool?”
My 6 year old cousin saw me driving for the first time, looked up at him mom and said “does that mean she is married now?”
I watched my dad and my niece (3 at the time) arguing over a pair of pants and whether or not they were also a dress. My neice’s argument was that they were, in fact, also a dress because they were blue.
I asked the kids in my daycare class what they thought I should be for Halloween and this little boy goes, “ooh I know! A pickle! You’d be such a good pickle”
On the first day of class with my favorite student of all time, I said, “Are you okay? You look like you have a question.” And she looked me right in the eyes and said, tremulously,
“Can a piranha eat a stapler?”
One time I was working with a kid and he looked up at me and asked “Do you have a boy?” I had no idea what he was talking about, but I told him that I did not have any boys. He looked shocked and then deeply concerned and said “Well, you better hurry up and shave your arms so you can get married; August is next month!”
I was sitting on the floor with my 3yo niece and we were playing with her younger brother’s alphabet blocks and the O had an octopus on it. So I picked it up and asked her what it was.
“Octopus,” she said, all curls and smiles.
“And what kind of animal is an octopus?” I asked. I was looking for “fish” or “sea creature” but I would have accepted almost anything–”weird,” “gross,” even “slimy.” “Underwater” or “it lives in the ocean” would have also been acceptable.
She looks me right in the eye and says, happy as a clam, “It’s a cephalopod.”
I haven’t been the same since.
Time is precious. Lately I’ve been cleaning out my thoughts and it’s had impact on the activities that I spend my time on and who I spend my time with. Just like ever few months I need to clean out my closet and at least every few days I need to take out the trash, I’m looking inside my mind with an inspector’s eye for all the thoughts that don’t serve me. And I am going to throw them all out. Thoughts I picked up from friends, family, culture or history. Thoughts I started thinking all on my own. Beliefs I accepted without questioning that never helped me, only hurt me. Ideas that kept me isolated and feeling down. Goodbye to all those thoughts and words that hung around like chains. I’m setting you free. _ If I think a thought that affirms my value and faith in myself, the kinds of choices I take are different than if I think a thought that doubts my value or my potential. I’m worth thinking good thoughts about. And so are you. Don’t wait for someone else to tell you that you’re good, valuable, strong and beautiful. Don’t wait for someone else to pat you on the back before you acknowledge all you’ve been through and how hard you’ve worked. You did it. You’re here. _ Every moment is a choice between living in fear or living in love. But that choice has to start within. How you treat yourself is how you’ll treat others. To change your life you have to update the operating system of your mind. Download some new software by opening your mind and heart to love, kindness and forgiveness. Empty the trash can of blame, hate, and revenge. _ If I love myself enough then I won’t tolerate it when someone abuses me or doesn’t value me. But if I abuse myself internally then I’ll accept it when someone abuses or disregards me. _ Life is also too short to spend it in anything but love. There is so much I could wallow in, but today I choose love. I could look in the mirror and see all the way this world has broken, burnt and hurt me or I can look in the mirror and see all the ways this world has made me stronger, wiser and kinder. _ #practiceyogachangeyourworld #onebreathatatime Jumping in for Day 4 #GrowWithTheFlow @upsidedownmama @casa_colibri @natashaswinter (at South Beach, Miami)
Let’s all take a moment and thank biology that our internal organs don’t itch.
Fun fact: digestion is actually really painful but your brain just tells you it’s fine the same way it tells you not to bite off your fingure even though you can
that’s… frustrating
Hey quick question why the FUCK doesn’t it do that for menstrual cramps
the way you treated her at the very beginning when you were trying to get her should be the way you always treat her, don’t change
I like my margaritas to taste more like tequila than marg.
Hello, yes.
I’d like 8 alcohols please. Preferably tequila.
Do you ever realize that you have been depressed for weeks without realizing it?
I hate when people ask me “what did you do today?” like buddy listen I woke up at noon and then it was five pm okay I don’t kn o w
I have been trying to think of a good caption for this book because this book deserves one. I picked a time to read this book when (and where) I knew I would get some opinions that I didn’t agree with, but I wasn’t expecting some blatant “it shouldn’t be women’s reproductive healthcare. It should be all reproductive healthcare.” Not only this, a running joke was whenever I got passionate or a bit loud I was accused of only doing it to him because “he has penis” Don’t worry, he later informed me that I had Eve to blame because she at an Apple. I suppose eating an apple should very much be linked to the pain in my abdomen that happens monthly to the point I can’t move, my legs go numb, and I can sleep for days because I am too tired to get up. An apple in exchange for that seems fair. Guess life isn’t all that fair. Anyway, this book is, in fact, the best representation of what it is like trying to convince a male physician (and sometimes females too) that I in fact have the red devil in my belly. Abby Norman writes a WONDERFUL history of women in healthcare throughout the beginning of healthcare. And you may grumble “but women get the same medicine and treatment I do! There is nothing unequal about it!” Well, the inequality comes from, up until recently, women weren’t allowed to be in medicine trials. They weren’t seen by doctors for pain, they were seen by psychologists. Hysteria was a common diagnosis for women who complained of the same things as a man, but he would be seen by a doctor. Several of the men, who joked with me about the title, became very uncomfortable when I actually started talking about the contents of the book. Women with health problems make people uncomfortable. No one wants to talk about periods. That is a woman’s problem. Actually it is everyone’s. The stigma around it and the lack of knowledge about how menstruation affects a person with a uterus as a whole, is a problem. You have to be uncomfortable but willing to talk. So, ask me. Open a dialogue. And please, for the love of God, do not tell me that I have the same experience at the doctor as the male in the next room. #abbynorman #askmeaboutmyuterus #femalereproductivemedicine