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Jeff, Kevin and Harry have my heart

[uisceb]

Netflix: So…you’re making a horror show, right? This is gonna terrify the shit out of people. Right?

Mike Flanagan: Lesbians!

Netflix: Okay, but is it going to be scary–

Mike Flanagan: Lesbians!!!! 💕💘💖

Flower shop lesbians!

Horror lesbians!

Punk lesbians!

Pastel lesbians!

Gonna stab you to death with a poker lesbians!

Punk gf stopping her pastel gf from committing accidental murder lesbians!

I just saw the ghost of my dead ex while trying to make out with you and now it’s super awkward lesbians!

Crime solving lesbians!

Accepting that your gf will eventually succumb to the swamp lady living inside her and loving her anyway lesbians!

Domestic lesbians!

Vermont civil union lesbians!

Everlasting love lesbians!

Bittersweet ending lesbians!

Carla Gugino!

Netflix: Okay, but other than the lesbians, is there gonna be anything–

Mike Flanagan:

This!

She!!!

THEY!!!

Bebezz!!

Netflix: ……

Mike Flanagan: …But yes, also there will be ghosts.

Netflix: *heavy sigh*

[humansofnewyork]

“My brother and I were both placed into foster homes at a young age. He was lucky—he went to a family called the Ripleys. I went through four different homes in three years, and each one was worse than the next. I’d get to see my brother every few months.  Ms. Ripley would take us for lunch at McDonalds, and that’s when she first noticed the scars all over my body. She immediately made arrangements for me to join their family. Back then the word ‘family’ didn’t mean much to me. But the Ripleys made me feel welcome in their home. Whenever I did something wrong, Ms. Ripley would sit me down and explain why it wasn’t OK. But then she’d say: ‘You’re not going anywhere. Because you belong to us now.’ Shortly after I joined the family, Mr. Ripley was diagnosed with cancer. And later that year he passed away. Ms. Ripley’s entire world fell apart. They’d been high school sweethearts. And now she was alone with two foster kids. Nobody would have blamed her for taking us back. But instead she took us to court and made it permanent. The three of us moved into a single wide trailer in Mississippi, and that’s where she raised us. She worked whatever odd jobs she could find.  We never had much, but we went to movies. We had family game nights. She kept us busy with little league and Boy Scouts. She must have been super stressed, but that’s not at all what I remember. I just remember the affirmation that she gave me. It was always: ‘You’re smart.’ And ‘You’re handsome.’ And ‘You survived all that stuff because you’re strong.’ She cried when I joined the Marines, but she knew it was my best chance for a college education. And eventually I graduated from law school. Last year I had a daughter of my own. And that really put me into an emotional tailspin. Because I realized how every little choice I make is going to affect her future. And then I started thinking about how different my life could have been. Because my early development had been the opposite of what a child’s should be. I should be broken, but I’m not. Because thirty years ago my Mom decided to keep me. And somehow, despite all her sadness and heartbreak, she poured enough love into me so that I could heal.”

[humansofnewyork]

“My parents split up when I was seven, so my grandmother was the one stable thing in my life. She’d cook me dinner, tuck me in bed, then put on her nurse’s uniform and go to work. She was already 65 by then, but somehow she’d still find the energy to cook me breakfast when she came home. She understood me. We shared secrets. Both of us tended toward melancholy, and she made me feel OK about that. We also had similar weaknesses. Oma put everyone else before herself. My grandfather was abusive and abandoned her. But when he got cancer in his old age, she told him: ‘Come back home Joe, I’ll take care of you.’ She nursed him until he died. That’s the kind of person she was. Christmas was always a huge deal for her. It was the main reason she kept working. She’d save up all year for it. Each of her grandkids would get twenty presents, and they’d be stacked to the ceiling. Unfortunately her health was never great because she smoked her entire life. And when I visited her in December of 2017, she was in horrible shape. She couldn’t walk more than a few steps without gasping for air. I remember carrying her up the stairs and putting her to bed. I read her books from my childhood. And she hated every minute of it, I’m sure. Because she hated being cared for. When our time was finished, and I was walking out the door, she told me: ‘Nick, I love you so much. And please don’t tell anyone, but this is the last time you’re going to see me.’ I cried the entire way to the airport. And three days later she died. It was the week before Christmas. My entire family flew to her house for the funeral, and there were tons of presents, for every child and grandchild, perfectly wrapped and placed under the tree. But I was too heartbroken to go. And I think she anticipated that. Because on December 23rd I received a package. It was postmarked the day that she died. Inside was a bottle of holy water, a rosary, and a card that said: ‘Right now you probably feel like the weight of the world is on your shoulders, and it’s going to come crashing down. But keep going. We all have a purpose in life. And one of the reasons you are here was to bring some happiness into mine.’”

[harryohara]

love is dead

[humansofnewyork]

“I wanted to fly planes on an aircraft carrier, but my father had fought in World War I, and he told me that we’re a family who goes into the army.  So I enlisted in the infantry.  I wasn’t worried about a thing.  I was only eighteen years old.  I was too young and too stupid to be afraid.  The government sent me to Europe on the Queen Mary. I had two sets of dog tags.  One of them designated my religion as ‘Hebrew,’ which I planned on throwing away if I got caught.  I was sent to the Battle of the Bulge.  When I arrived at my post outside of Luxembourg, I learned that all the officers in my company had been killed, except for one.  He assigned me to be an advance scout.  It sounds like a glamorous job, but my orders were to walk in front and draw fire so everyone behind me knew there was danger.  At one point a shell exploded over my head and my ear started bleeding.  When the medics finished bandaging me up, they told me: ‘That will be enough to get you a Purple Heart!’  But I told them to keep it because I knew they’d notify my parents, and I didn’t want them to worry.  After I recovered I was transferred to the Mauthausen concentration camp.  I arrived on my 19th birthday.  My new job was to guard the liberated prisoners so the Nazis didn’t come back and kill them.  These people were so emaciated from being starved to death.  I was helping to bury hundreds of bodies per day.  But I couldn’t cry.  Because I had be strong for the prisoners.  They needed my strength.  I would walk around the courtyard at night, and sing a popular Jewish song called ‘My Yiddishe Momme.’  It’s a whole long story about missing your mother, but the lyrics didn’t matter.  I’d sing it as loud as I could.  Because I wanted everyone to know that a Jewish boy was there to protect them.”   #quarantinestories

[humansofnewyork]

“Our family lived out in the woods without electricity or running water.  Both of my parents were mentally ill and believed that God spoke to them directly.  They didn’t believe in education or medical care.  I was the oldest of seven, and all of us were physically abused.  The only thing that saved me is that I knew it was wrong.  I always plotted my escape.  I wrote diary entries when I was eight years old, vowing to live a different life.  And when I was sixteen I got pregnant with my first boyfriend.  The pregnancy was actually planned, because I thought it would get me out of the house.  And I was right.  My mother was so angry that she kicked me out, and I moved in with my boyfriend’s parents.  Their names were Esther and Salvi.  They had a lovely house with a fireplace.  They ate dinner every night at the table, and used napkins.  They were probably lower middle class, but to me it seemed like opulence.  Esther and Salvi showed me a different way.  They treated me like their own daughter.  When I was seven months pregnant, my raging mother came banging on the front door.  Esther let her in, and my mother started shouting.  She said I was a whore.  And an evil person.  I was terrified.  I crouched in the stairwell and listened to everything. When my mother finished, Esther replied: ‘That is not what we see at all.  Linda is a good person.  She’s very smart.  And very helpful.  And she’s going to be a wonderful mother.’  Esther helped me raise my daughter and finish high school.  I went on to become a lawyer and adopt two additional children.  But even now, 45 years later, I can still hear those words she said while I crouched in the stairwell: ‘Linda is a good person.’  It was the first time that anyone had ever stood up for me.” #quarantinestories

[humansofnewyork]

“Grandma Else was tiny but tough.  She had cancer as a young woman and barely survived.  The radiation therapy fried her intestines, so she never weighed more than 80 lbs after that.  Even though I call her ‘Grandma,’ she was actually my husband’s grandmother.  But she was a big part of both our lives.  She invited us over.  And wrote us letters.  Whenever she came to visit, she’d sort of sit down in the living room and not move again.  That’s how fragile she was.  But she spread so much love from that armchair in the corner.  She always showed an interest in me.  I know it doesn’t sound like a big deal, but she’d ask me questions.  And remember my answers.  And the next time I saw her, she’d follow up on the things I told her.  That kind of attention is rare.  Especially when you’re not charming or interesting, which I’m not.  In the past I’ve struggled with feeling worthless.  I’ve sometimes thought: ‘What do I have to offer?’  I’ve had my own health problems in life,  especially as a teenager.  So Grandma Else really inspired me.  That’s why we decided to name our daughter after her.  When we told her our plan, she was thrilled.  But a few months later she was in the hospital again.  And it was clear this time, she wasn’t coming home.  While she was in hospice, she kept saying: ‘I hope I get to meet baby Else.’  But the doctors told us that she only had days to live, so we didn’t think it was going to happen.  But Grandma Else held on for a month.  A full month.  And I went into labor nine days early.  The moment I could walk, I rushed to her bedside.  I put our daughter into her bed.  Grandma Else was very quiet, but very alert.  She was just staring at baby Else.  And stroking her face.  I don’t remember her saying anything.  I just remember her looking very happy.  And very at peace.”     #quarantinestories

[dreamonrose]

I just saw that the ACC network with ESPN says they are replaying the 2009 college cup between UNC and Stanford on 4/20 at 7 am. Just thought some people might want to know. 🤷🏻‍♀️

thank you for this 🙏🏽 which time zone?

[dreamonrose]

8 am et (i think)

[pressiosa23]

A couple NT stories from Emily Sonnett

[imadolphintrainer]

@Ashlyn_Harris: The love I have for this girl is unreal. @crysdunn_19 http://t.co/cOcLsN5lNi welp dang dunn..

and that laugh.. LOL

[wambach-off-my-uswnt]

one of those things that i will always reblog

[doseofuswnt]

Kelleys laugh😂

[unloveable-unreachable]

i always reblog this for Kelley’s laugh😂❤️

[simardsharp]

Lmao I love everything about this video. And umm Alyssa’s arms 👀 👀 👀 HELLO

[tpa309]

Yes! Nae’s biceps 🤤 and Crystal’s hamstrings 🤭

[discocalico]

LITTLE WOMEN (2019) directed by Greta Gerwig

[tangerinestars]

Mhmm.

[ihazenough]

THIS IS SOOOO PURE!!!!

[justlookatthosesausages]

me

[harryohara]

Okay.

1. I listened to the podcast. My takeaways were that Carli was upset she didn’t get the playing time she thought she deserved. That sucks. Honestly. But what you DONT do is go and turn your CONFIDENCE into COCKINESS

2. I love Julie Foudy more than ever

[thatfootballgirlyouknow]

So does Carli Lloyd really think she will play forever for uswnt 😂🙈

[harryohara]

This is why I can’t stand Carlos. Take a seat. Be happy for your teammates.

[christcnnprcss-deactivated20221]

1. sonnett teaching Sam how to woah 2. little girl “throwing the woah” to kelley sonnett and sam and them “catching it”.

[phoebebrxdgers]

this is important to my health