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Separated by only hours ... xo

fucked-harder

hannaoliviaway

oh child of suffering, be patient. God has not passed you over in His providence. He who is the feeder of sparrows will also furnish you with what you need. take up the arms of faith against a sea of trouble. there is one who cares for you. His eye is fixed on you, His heart beats with pity for your woe, and His omnipotent hand will bring you the needed help. the darkest cloud will scatter itself in showers of mercy. the blackest gloom will give place to the morning. He, if you are one of His family, will bind up your wounds and heal your broken heart.

Charles Spurgeon (via both-seeker-and-sought)

bon----voyage

Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home.

Edith Sitwell (via kvtes)

bunlly

I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me naive or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman.

Anaïs Nin (via kvtes)

#andwebickerlikecrazybutweloveeachotherhard

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gleneire

grace--upon--grace

Emily Magers

Turning 36 just feels weird and I can’t pinpoint why. Not 30, not 35, just 36: holy S, how are we here? I wrote my college mentor today because I’m returning to San Diego for the first time in over a decade; scratch that, 14 years. And it has me thinking about all the things you think matter when you’re 19 (drama and bullshit and “will my major amount to anything?” and youth’s heartbreak), but they don’t. And all the things you don’t think really matter actually do ... especially in your mid-thirties.

Pictured: our peapod, so GD grown up it has me in tears sometimes.

Wow 2016: you were epic.

Nothing says, ‘hi again, Tumblr’ like a reblog re: Trump.

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The same people who railed against ‘political correctness’ now seem to believe there should be no criticism of their choice. You can’t have it both ways

Trump voters sure are sensitive lately. They’re upset that the cast of the hit play Hamilton made a statement to Vice-President-elect Mike Pence, and that the audience booed him. They’re displeased that their vote is costing them relationships with family and friends. And for some reason not entirely clear to me, they’re unhappy with Starbucks and decided to demonstrate as much by … buying lots of coffee at Starbucks.

The same people who wear shirts that read “fuck your feelings” and rail against “political correctness” seem to believe that there should be no social consequences for their vote. I keep hearing calls for empathy and healing, civility and polite discourse. As if supporting a man who would fill his administration with white nationalists and misogynists is something to simply agree to disagree on.

Absolutely not. You don’t get to vote for a person who brags about sexual assault and expect that the women in your life will just shrug their shoulders. You don’t get to play the victim when people unfriend you on Facebook, as if being disliked for supporting a bigot is somehow worse than the suffering that marginalized people will endure under Trump. And you certainly do not get to enjoy a performance by people of color and those in the LGBT community without remark or protest when you enact policies and stoke hatred that put those very people’s lives in danger.

Being socially ostracized for supporting Trump is not an infringement of your rights, it’s a reasonable response by those of us who are disgusted, anxious, and afraid. I was recently accused by a writer of “vote shaming” – but there’s nothing wrong with being made to feel ashamed for doing something shameful.