June 2012
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In French, you don’t really say “I miss you.” You say “tu me manques,” which is closer to “you are missing from me.” I love that. “You are missing from me.” You are a part of me, you are essential to my being. You are like a limb, or an organ, or blood. I cannot function without you.
May 2012
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Say it with me now:
thisgingersnapsback:
Dr. George Tiller’s killing was not justifiable homicide, it was murder.
Blowing up abortion clinics is terrorism.
Defacing and covering abortion clinics in graffiti is vandalism.
Chanting “You’re next!” at doctors and clinic administrators is threatening them.
Preventing patients from entering a clinic by shouting at them, distracting them, walking in front of them,...
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As a woman, I feel continually shhh’ed. Too sensitive. Too mushy. Too wishy...
– Amelia Olson (via shakethecobwebs)
The Power of Tumblr. The Beauty of Strangers.
detroitsomething:
My name is Ray Stoeser. I am a high school teacher living and working in Detroit. Below is a testament to the power of Tumblr and social networking. Most importantly it is about how 554 complete strangers helped change the lives of my Detroit students.
The Power of Tumblr. The Beauty of Strangers.
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oh, the tears
breadstickfanclub:
The year is 2042. “I was born in the wrong generation” a teenage white girl sighs as she listens to One Direction and cleans the lens on her vintage iPhone 4S.
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splurged on some argan oil for my hair. it’s so soft and shiny it’s kind of obnoxious and i wish there were people around to touch it and compliment me on my magnificent hair. but alas, i am home alone and high as a kite and my hair looks fabulous.
currently sifting through all my shit and throwing away everything i don’t want/need. the thought of moving in the middle of june in florida makes me want to die.
My last piece of advice is this simple… Persevere. Because nothing worthwhile is...
– President Obama, in his commencement address at Barnard College today (via barackobama)
my strep throat is gone and now laryngitis has taken over. how the hell am i going to work today?
I want a soul mate who can sit me down, shut me up, tell me ten things I don’t...
– Henry Rollins (via jamesandthegiantslut)