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Homemade Broccoli Casserole
Really nice recipes. Every hour.
Show me what you cooked!
This sounded too good to be true, so I did a little bit of fact checking.
Mike Ilitch did in fact pay Rosa Parks' rent for years, but it wasn't because she was laid off. She needed a safer place to live after she was assaulted in her own home at the age of 81. He paid her rent from that point onward, for the rest of her life.
The more you know šā
Those who knew Mike Ilitch, the Little Caesars founder and Detroit Tigers owner who died last Friday, have spent the past few days fondly re
When you fact check and it turns out even better than the original story.
stop asking me wyd iām literally always thinking about love and how it touches every aspect of the human experience
āWhat horrifies me most is the idea of being useless: well-educated, brilliantly promising, and fading out into an indifferent middle age.ā
ā Sylvia Plath,Ā The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath.
Iāve been looking for this quote for MONTHS.
I jus wanna be called baby & have my back rubbed lol
iām screaming
I donāt think this woman is straight anymore.
Yall are missing the best fucking part
This is my new favourite post on tumblr, bye
I used to think I was being too picky but fuck that. I deserve someone who wants to know about me. It may sound silly but I donāt wanna be out here fucking with people who never ask my favorite color or if I ate today. I deserve someone who wants to hear my dreams just as much as I want to hear theirs. I deserve the same energy and effort I release. Fuck that.Ā
āStop walking through the world looking for confirmation that you donāt belong. You will always find it because youāve made that your mission. Stop scouring peopleās faces for evidence that youāre not good enough. You will always find it because youāve made that your goal. True belonging and self-worth are not goods; we donāt negotiate their value with the world. The truth about who we are lives in our hearts. Our call to courage is to protect our wild heart against constant evaluation, especially our own. No one belongs here more than you.ā
ā BrenĆ© Brown
āAnd sometimes it happens, maybe not right away but you look back and realise how certain goodbyes led you to a better place and how sometimes you have to let go of certain people to become who you were always meant to be.ā
ā Kriti.G
hating myself took too much
energy
that I have decided to spend
in far more beautiful
ways
āAnd I learned āYou deserve betterā was sometimes no more than a synonym for āI donāt want to hurt you, and I want you to be happy, but I donāt love you anymore.ā
ā Beau Taplin, You Deserve Better Ā (via thelovejournals)
āMy body takes up more space than it deserves and knows it.ā
ā
Kate Hao - āIn Which Every Poem that I Write Becomes a Poem About My Bodyā
Performing for Washington University at the 2016 College Unions Poetry Slam Invitational. Subscribe to Button on YouTube!
āPlease stop destroying what is left of your heart by constantly thinking about things that have broken you.ā
ā Nikita Gill
A lot of people ask me what my biggest fear is, or what scares me most. And I know they expect an answer like heights, or closed spaces, or people dressed like animals, but how do I tell them that when I was 17 I took a class called Relationships For Life and I learned that most people fall out of love for the same reasons they fell in it. That their loverās once endearing stubbornness has now become refusal to compromise and their one track mind is now immaturity and their bad habits that you once adored is now money down the drain. Their spontaneity becomes reckless and irresponsible and their feet up on your dash is no longer sexy, just another distraction in your busy life. Nothing saddens and scares me like the thought that I can become ugly to someone who once thought all the stars were in my eyes.
this fucks me up every single time
I never expected this to be my most popular poem out of the hundreds Iāve written. I was extremely bitter and sad when I wrote this and I left out the most beautiful part of that class.
After my teacher introduced us to this theory, she asked us, āis love a feeling? Or is it a choice?ā We were all a bunch of teenagers. Naturally we said it was a feeling. She said that if we clung to that belief, weād never have a lasting relationship of any sort.
She made us interview a dozen adults who were or had been married and we asked them about their marriages and why it lasted or why it failed. At the end, I asked every single person if love was an emotion or a choice.
Everybody said that it was a choice. It was a conscious commitment. It was something you choose to make work every day with a person who has chosen the same thing. They all said that at one point in their marriage, the āfeeling of loveā had vanished or faded and they werenāt happy. They said feelings are always changing and you cannot build something that will last on such a shaky foundation.
The married ones said that when things were bad, they chose to open the communication, chose to identify what broke and how to fix it, and chose to recreate something worth falling in love with.
The divorced ones said they chose to walk away.
Ever since that class, since that project, I never looked at relationships the same way. I understood why arranged marriages were successful. I discovered the difference in feelings and commitments. Iāve never gone for the person who makes my heart flutter or my head spin. Iāve chosen the people who were committed to choosing me, dedicated to finding something to adore even on the ugliest days.
I no longer fear the day someone who swore I was their universe can no longer see the stars in my eyes as long as they still choose to look until they find them again.
This is so fucking important and I think itās something I needed right now
I love this
Iāve always said this. Love is deliberate. Love is a conscious decision.
Shitty week but these yellow shorts make me happy š©³
25 I meet the love of my life
26 I move to another country
27 I publish my first novel and stay in Seoul for 6 months
28 the love of my life asks me to marry him
29 I publish my 2nd novel and have a wedding in Rome
30 my mom and I travel to a new country each month
31 I start a business
32 I help my father write his book
33 I become an aunt to my sister's lovely first born
34 I move to Japan for two years with my husband and our dog; you see by then I am over my fear of dogs
35 I publish my first book in a fantasy series and buy my dream home
36 I write a book on my amazing mom
37 my sister and I live in Paris for a few weeks and feel like we are 17
38 my husband says he wants children and I tell him he always knew that I don't
39 I am divorced and publish a tome of heartbreaking poetry
40 and 41 are spent back at home, seeing it in New light
42 through 46 I'm back with my parents but now we call a snowy city home and are thankful and blessed
47 I finally learn how to bake and open a bakery with my mom
48 I meet the second love of my life and he is gorgeous
49 I publish the final book in my fantasy series
50 is when I see the northern lights and go on a cruise to Antarctica
51 my second husband and I adopt two tween twins
52 my house burns down so he and I spend a year in a tiny house while we build our new home
53 is when am fluent in Japanese and publish a poetry collection in Korean
54 I write and direct a TV show with 13 seasons
55 I feel so young and hopeful and alive
I have to believe my 20s are not the end of me. That they are not the only thing I have in store. That life gets better as I grow older. That my life has only begun.
Jus wanna be nasty & happy
Real heavy on boffum