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It’s sad that all of the internet break-up advice tells me to burn his things, to hate him, ignore him, go out and drink until I forget him.

Where is the advice that says “this man was your best friend and life partner for nearly three years, you don’t hate him. find a way to make things better. depend on the Lord. breathe deeply and often. forget the anger and the fighting and the bitter feelings, and remember that the Lord has good plans for both of you, together or apart. don’t be angry or sad at the reminders, but find joy in them. you’re going to be great because it’s already written.”

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I’ve formed the habit of liking you.

F. Scott Fitzgerald, Head and Shoulders (via amargedom)

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Pretty City Asks

London: How do you take your tea?

Paris: Describe your favorite kiss.

Dublin: Do you believe in Soul mates?

Oslo: What keeps you warm?

Amsterdam: What is your ideal night out?

Los Angeles: What would you change about yourself?

Milan: How do you think others describe you?

Prague: What is your favorite season?

New York City: What gets you up in the morning?

Hong Kong: What is your earliest childhood memory?

Tel Aviv: What is your favorite thing about your family?

Las Vegas: Have you ever broken a heart?

Madrid: Describe your aesthetic.

Chicago: What do you ache for?

Toronto: Describe your ideal partner.

Sorrento: What is your weakness?

Cairo: Whats your favorite quote?

Budapest: What tattoo do you want?

Mumbai: What is your favorite scent

Stockholm: What scares you?

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Passionate Souls.

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NEED.

My grandmother was an amazing woman, and she died a year ago this week. I miss her everyday, but I look to her for guidance everyday and I remember conversations that we had when she was alive.

Something about the anniversary of her death annoys me, selfishly. My timelines were full of people in my family who spent no time with her, or who took advantage of her, or treated her poorly. And they all play high and mighty. And they quote things that she said, or they turn to “God” (who they also ignore the rest of the time), and it just gets under my skin.

You remember that funny story that your mom told you one time, or something she did at the family holiday gathering you barely attended...

But do you remember the advice she gave you when you told her that you wanted to raise chickens? Or do you remember the name of the nurse who was in her hospital room every weekday evening? (Chuck, his name was Chuck). Do you remember the only things she wanted while she was in the hospital? Dunkin Donuts iced coffee and french onion soup from Trader Joes.

I remember the everyday moments that we shared. The coffee talks that we had when I stopped on my way home from school. How she made fun of the fact that Russell and I shared a weekly date to places like Jump Jam and Trader Joe’s.

So yes, I’m sad that this week is the anniversary of her passing. But God, I’m so glad that I spent some of my favorite moments with her. And why would I need to put that on Facebook? Because I’ll just chat with her about it. And I won’t feel guilty that I treated her like shit. She was a badass and I’m going to be just like her.

Please ignore the bitchiness of this post. Family is hard.

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Not a feminist, but a humanist.

Today, I went to the store to buy tampons. Like I have done every month since I was 16 (when I started buying my own). I grabbed a roll of cookie dough and a pair of fuzzy socks along with my brand of feminine products (clearly I am in for the long haul.)

Anyways, as I approached the checkout counter I noticed that the box was open and a handful of tampons was missing. I got annoyed and thought to myself “seriously, I am a poor college student, I don’t want to spend $7 a month on something awful and not fun or cute or pretty, either, but I would never steal tampons!! Now I have to walk allllll the way back to the health and beauty aisle and get another box.” (melodramatic, probably.)

Then, reality set in and my period cramp induced bitchiness subsided. And I thought to myself, I have a house, a car, food in my fridge, an education, the ability to get a job, no children to care for, health insurance, and a supportive family. Who the hell was I to judge someone for stealing tampons?

Do I condone shoplifting? No. Hell no. But I also know how it feels to be in awful pain, bleeding, and moody, and tired, and unable to function. And unlike a lot of people I have a couch to lay on, TV to watch, food to binge eat, a hot shower to take, electricity to plug a heating pad into.

There are times that I have to scrounge to come up with $7 to buy tampons. But I can always do it. I have to choose between tampons and Netflix sometimes, or tampons and a large pizza, or tampons and beer. But I don’t have to choose between tampons and medicine, or tampons and food, or tampons and something for my children.

The money I have spent on tampons since I was 16: $7 per month 12 times per year 6 years (so far): $504 AT LEAST.

That’s A LOT of money. That’ll end up being thousands or tens of thousands in a woman’s lifetime.

Tampons are made by big businesses for pennies. So surely there has to be SOMETHING that we can do to change this.

That’s my rant for the day. And for eternity.

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