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Couldn’t help it. One more text from Hillary.
Original image by Kevin Lamarque for Reuters.
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My heart is still reeling from this. So many feels.🍋
HI THERE STARS HOLLOW. Please grab some coffee and enjoy these first-look photos of the Gilmore Girls Netflix revival. You can read more about the upcoming season here.
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6 Year Old Painting Prodigy With Autism Creates Stunning Art And Angelina Jolie Just Purchased One of Her Paintings
6-year-old Iris Grace is not your average child. She has a gift of painting beautiful watercolor art filled with the shades of innocence and youth, and her bright imagination and skill at such a tender age only proves her to be a prodigy.In her new book Iris Grace, her mother Arabella Carter-Johnson explains how her cat has helped the young child communicate with her family.
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Note to self to order one of these masterpieces.
Yesterday I responded to a comment by @insanitybytes22, in which she suggested things wives and mothers can do to help men as an olive branch instead of blaming men for every marital breakdown. I appreciated her saying so. But I remember my wife often saying how exhausting it was for her to have to tell me what to do all the time. It’s why the sexiest thing a man can say to his partner is “I got this,” and then take care of whatever needs taken care of. I always reasoned: “If you just tell me what you want me to do, I’ll gladly do it.” But she didn’t want to be my mother. She wanted to be my partner, and she wanted me to apply all of my intelligence and learning capabilities to the logistics of managing our lives and household. She wanted me to figure out all of the things that need done, and devise my own method of task management. I wish I could remember what seemed so unreasonable to me about that at the time.
She Divorced Me Because I Left Dishes by the Sink | Must Be This Tall To Ride (via brutereason)
This article had me in a puddle of tears during an art exhibition just now. I was not ready for such a flood of emotions.
Reliving the pain of everything on top of the glass: of the missed appointments, of the canceled life events, of the never going on dates, of the junk food, of the judgment from his mother, of the lack of self care, of the shed skin, of the soiled furniture, of the no sex, of the laundry piling up, of the financial instability, of the dark apartment, of the TV blaring, of the days without speaking, of the broken promises.
I recognize now that there was so much more to it than that and that we both share the blame. But I also now see how small I made myself to try to make it work and to try to be happy with the situation. It could have worked out -- but I'm pretty glad it didn't.
I need this here today. So many feels.
Everything you do right now ripples outward and affects everyone. Your posture can shine your heart or transmit anxiety. Your breath can radiate love or muddy the room in depression. Your glance can awaken joy. Your words can inspire freedom. Your every act can open hearts and minds.
David Deida (via OptimisticallyAstray)
(Don’t delete source above, thank you)
The most wonderful time of the year.
Morning walk down to the Parisian bakery. Lunch time cyber hangout with my beautiful Tumblrinas. Dinner celebration for a friend’s birthday. Free Starbucks from barista on way home.
It’s a combination of the holidays and near-end of the toughest semester that broke me several times over - but it feels so beautiful to finally have time to breathe and love and blog and feel things other than hopelessness and despair. It’s been rough but, as my professor said, the light at the end of the tunnel is not an oncoming train.
Bring on the festivities <3
Which do you want: the pain of staying where you are, or the pain of growth?
Judith Hanson Lasater
I’ve had this in my drafts folder since January 2. You know what I was doing that day? Working 12 hours on a paid holiday in an empty office drowning in trial exhibits, demonstratives, and endless spreadsheets only to come home in tears and end the night screaming at the-exboy.
I imagine I saw this quote on January 2 and the answer could not have been more obvious - I needed out.
So. A reminder to self: this semester may hurt like hell but it’s pain that will get you places and will be more than worth it in 14 months. Fight on, soldier. Because we are never going back to that life.
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I’m tired of being bitter.
I’m tired of feeling like I failed. I’m tired of hoping they’ll fail. I’m tired of crying at rings. I’m tired of talking myself in circles. I’m tired of wondering how I will ever find it again.
30.
Ten years ago, I stumbled into the decade a rough, opinionated “know-it-all”-y, throws-up-every-time-she-drinks emotional bomb with great hair.
Today, I waltz out a polished, knows-nothing-but-herself-and-even-then-not-really, half-drink-max #stilldirty bombshell with great hair and badass nails.
A year ago, I believed today would include a (vintage, filigree, solitaire) ring symbolizing forever. I chose a different ending to that story.
Today instead included a (vintage-esque, simple, powerful) tattoo as a forever self-reminder to shine and see where the sentence takes me. I like this ending better.
So, goodbye 20s and 30s-that-could-have-been and hello shining-bright-30s-that-will-kick-ass.
I’m ready for you.
Today is theboy’s birthday.
Or rather, theformerboy’s birthday.
I haven’t spent months planning this one. There is no surprise waiting for him. No gift. No perfect day of adventure. No birthday sex.
Instead.
I lay here 5 miles from him and he won’t know I’m in town. My phone sits next to me and he won’t receive a ‘happy birthday’ text.
My best friend for the past 5 years and I will treat him like a stranger.
She survived whatever happened; she forgave; she became.
W.H. Auden, The Model (via kvtes)
1. You must let the pain visit. 2. You must allow it teach you 3. You must not allow it overstay.
Ijeoma Umebinyuo, three routes to healing (via thatkindofwoman)
Sometimes you have to accept that people’s part in your story is over.
(via thatkindofwoman)
America should be very proud.
It is so ordered.