August 27th, 2014

Obamacare will now cover gender reassignment surgery (bless), but won’t cover the glasses that I need to function on a daily basis. REAL FUCKIN’ GREAT, WHO THOUGHT THIS ONE UP??

August 26th, 2014
Shoutout to my sessy radies on National Dog Day! ๐Ÿถ๐Ÿถ๐Ÿ’ž

Shoutout to my sessy radies on National Dog Day! ๐Ÿถ๐Ÿถ๐Ÿ’ž

bruce and daughter & co. at duke-ucla basketball game 12.19.13.

WHAT A CUTE DADDY.

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YES. THIS IS IT. HE DID IT, HE MADE IT A THING.

How freakin’ cute and comforting is this doll? I wish that it only said "Everything is going to be alright" and none of the other phrases, because I don’t care for them at all, but IT’S REAL!!

Do you remember that TV show, “American Inventor”?

It came out in 2006, but I don’t know if it’s still running or if it got cancelled. It was about normal people who came up with inventions, and they could present their prototype to a panel of judges of who decided whether or not their invention was good enough to be mass-produced. Some people moved forward, while others were sent home.

There was one man who presented a stuffed doll with long arms and a calmly smiling face. You could wrap the arms around yourself, and when you hugged the doll, it would calmly say "Everything is going to be alright." I remember thinking that it was the greatest invention on the show! But one of the judges was a complete asshole, and basically said, "If you need a stuffed doll to tell you that everything is gonna be alright, it probably isn’t."

I don’t remember if this man moved forward in the competition or if he was sent home, but I do remember loving his invention. And I could really use one of those dolls right now.

I’m ready to start selling whatever I can (*not my body!) to make money.

I am absolutely desperate. None of the places that I applied to have called me back. And whatever financial aid money I am able to put toward an off-campus rent and groceries will not be available to me until November.

I may have a monthly rent and bills to pay. I will have to buy groceries. And I can’t do any of these things because nobody will hire me. I am out of options, I don’t know what else to do.

I wanted to have a tag/yard/garage sale on my mother’s front lawn this weekend, but it’s too short notice to throw together. I have TONS of things in near perfect condition, everything from books (textbooks as well as regular reading books) and movies (DVDs as well as VHSs) to boardgames and puzzles to jewelry. I have always taken very good care of my things, so nothing is damaged or broken.

I know that nobody will read this or give it a second thought. But if anyone is interested in seeing what I would be selling, please let me know and I will post pictures. Ladies, I have a TON of beautiful jewelry; guys, I don’t really know what you’d be interested in, but I’m sure I have something.

God, I just don’t know what else to do.

I had a dream that my boyfriend and I were in line at an all-you-can-eat restaurant. As we moved down the metal tray line (you know, where you just slide your tray all the way to the end), we loaded our trays with every type of food imaginable. Everything looked so good, and healthy! We came to a curve in the metal tray line, and stopped to get ourselves some tea. We looked up and Robin Williams was working behind the counter! I turned to my boyfriend and said, “Tea, deary?” (in a Mrs. Doubt fire accent), and he raised his teacup to Robin Williams, who smiled and nodded at us. Then he looked at me, and I smiled and gave him the peace sign, and he smiled and blew kisses at us.

It was a very nice moment. There were several other celebrities working in the restaurant, including Laura Prepon (with a newborn baby?). I think, in the dream, that Robin Williams had only attempted suicide and survived, and my boyfriend and I were there to acknowledge him and give him hope. And I think that he appreciated it.

I hope that wherever Robin Williams is now, he is at peace.

I really miss my Popop right now. ๐Ÿ’œ

I really miss my Popop right now. ๐Ÿ’œ

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unclewhisky:

shewhospeaks2dragons:

shyghost:

when will i
get to bloom too?

This is a weed.

And it holds every childโ€™s hopes and dreams.

"Weed" is a word for "plant I donโ€™t know how to do anything with yet." But weeds, as a rule, are successful species. Because they can grow anywhere and they can live through anything.

So can you.

Be a weed. Grow, adapt, flourish, and donโ€™t give a fuck what anyone else thinks of you because of how pretty or useful you are. Youย are. That is enough.

To whomever drew this: I feel you, we are kindred spirits.

To those who added these lovely comments: thank you, on behalf of the original artist and everyone who feels this way, myself included. Than you for thinking better of us than we are used to, thank you for believing in us, thank you.

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