Moment of ovulation accidentally photographed during a hysterectomy.
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This Is All Kinds Of Wrong of the Day: Earlier this month, a North Carolina pastor suggested rounding up gays and lesbians and starving them to death.
Just yesterday, an audio file of a Kansas pastor saying the government should kill gays made the rounds.
Now, we are confronted with perhaps the most egregious homophobic offense in recent weeks — a youngster at Apostolic Truth Tabernacle in Greensburg, Indiana,belted out “Ain’t No Homos Gonna Make It To Heaven,” and the congregation rewarded him with a standing ovation.
You disgusting people, how dare you call yourselves human beings. you are not.
my prayers for love are because of people like these.
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You will never underestimate the superficiality and shallowness of human beings.
Silence speaks so much louder than I like.
I don’t know how to mourn the loss of someone still alive.
I want to mourn the loss of you so I think about the past few years and I remember beauty. I remember smiles and laughs and butterflies. And I want to just call you and talk like old times. But then I remember I deleted your number and I don’t have it memorized like I used to. And I remember the crying and the pain and the anger. You know what? I still want to call you after those feelings come up too. It is so stupid. I want closure and for you to take responsibility and to apologize. I wish so much for that to happen. But it won’t, will it? I figured as much. I think about you constantly and pray that God reminds me that you are His child and that you are blessed. I want you to be happy. I don’t want you to feel guilt for the rest of your life. I hope you are finding peace in our silence.
I want to mourn the loss of your presence. But I obviously can’t. You have been my confidante, my closest friend. How do I cope with such a thing as you not being around? It is lonely here. I’ve been pushing myself to spend time with people and it is exhausting. I’m so tired. I could cry at any second because I am so worn out. I should apologize to you again for the thousandth time. I was so horrible to you last semester. I can’t even believe how mean I was. It is so weird. In this new place, I don’t care about the dishes in the sink or even the dishes on the drying rack. I don’t care when Sarah’s food is on my side or when she leaves dirty silverware on the table. I don’t mind when I replace the toilet paper roll every time. Nothing is on a pedestal like it was when you were around. I’m sorry I blamed you for every little thing. It wasn’t okay and it will never happen again. You need to know how blessed I am by your departure. I see changes already. And it is wonderful. Thank you. You also must know how sad I am that you left. The melancholy in my heart is even more present now. All the music I play now is sad. I’ve only been able to listen to Death Cab when I run. And that makes it hard for me to breathe and run every damn time. I love and miss you so deeply.
I’m feeling my feelings. I’m mourning.
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People will never stop asking you if you’re eventually going to go to college. And unless you’re clairvoyant, you will never be able to answer this question, which doesn’t stop people from asking it all the time. No matter what you’re deciding to do with your life, your answer will never seem good enough for some people. You have to learn to mentally flip the bird to them as you respond with something light and pithy, like, “Oh, who knows! Maybe one day.” These are the same people that will eventually plague your life with questions like, “When are you going to get married?” or “Don’t you want to have a baby?” What they’re really asking is, “So where exactly do you fit into this framework of social acceptance that I have bought into?” They are judging you by their own standards, and you shouldn’t be made to feel inferior as a result of not conforming to them. Even with a college degree, you’ll never know how things are going to turn out for you.Rookie » Skipping School (via albinwonderland)
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congrats to zach braff and donald faison for having literally the perfect friendship
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I’ve got an early flight back to Portland tomorrow. Really excited to be going back home. Really sad to be leaving my sister and her home. She has a live here she loves and that was not something I saw in California.
I pray Denver is a good fit and a blessing from the Lord.
My family matters.
I’m in Indiana with my sister. I feel a lot of peace when I spend time with her. I adore my family, every single person. My mom and her best friend (my “Auntie Chris”) will be here tomorrow and my father will arrive on Thursday. I love them. There is no stronger word.
I know you want to see where I am living for the week, so here is my sister in her living room. Also, wine seems to be a staple in the house. I’m not complaining. 
And here is my little nook:
I like relaxing days. Thank God for family.
Rummaging through Bon Iver’s rucksack in search of his favorite wool cap, I stumbled across a stray piece of yellowed composition paper on which he’d written, in his finest hand:
Dreams/Inspirations
1. Grandfather shocking grain in the field
2. A sailing ship in the harbor
3. Smell of burning leaves in autumn
4. Ma’s box of buttons
5. Mustache wax
6. A tom turkey strutting for the hens in the yard
7. Names for a son: Otis, Percy, Virgil, Crispin
8. A tailored suit of checkered cloth
9. My lover’s hair
10. My lover’s eyes
11. My lover’s smile
12. My lover’s laugh
13. My lover
Long day. Hard day. Sad day. Memorable day. Beautiful day. Blessed day.
Thank you for today.
