It’s not as if I don’t have anything to read; there’s a tower of perfectly good unread books next to my bed, not to mention the shelves of books in the living room I’ve been meaning to reread. I find myself, maddeningly, hungry for the next one, as yet unknown. I no longer try to analyze this hunger; I capitulated long ago to the book lust that’s afflicted me most of my life.
Lewis Buzbee, The Yellow-Lighted Bookshop (via prettybooks)

Wow. This is me. 

miss-katherinerose:

wild-at-heaart:

jronnne:

pinkguavas:

woman:

hipsters-in-the-house:

One of the saddest photos I’ve saved in my computer.
No fucking way.
…
oh my god
 holy…
Mother of God.
oh my holy god.
oh my god  :(…………
omg
oh god.
they obviously didn’t die if the picture was uploaded to the computer… but its still sad!
^ the camera with this picture on was found in the the rubble after the attack.
reblogging every time.
omfg.
omgg </3
this made me cry
oh.my.gosh! </3
Oh my god
Imagine the aftermath.
This is honestly one of  the most intense photos i have seen from 9/11. So sadThis is sad to look at  looking how calm he is and not knowing whats about to happen

this photo makes me feel so sick :(

fuck i bursted out into tears

Fuck. To prove this isn’t a photoshop job or anything, reblog and click the picture, then look at this picture again.

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK. 

HOLY SHIT

miss-katherinerose:

wild-at-heaart:

jronnne:

pinkguavas:

woman:

hipsters-in-the-house:

One of the saddest photos I’ve saved in my computer.

No fucking way.

oh my god

 holy…

Mother of God.

oh my holy god.

oh my god  :(…………

omg

oh god.

they obviously didn’t die if the picture was uploaded to the computer… but its still sad!

^ the camera with this picture on was found in the the rubble after the attack.

reblogging every time.

omfg.

omgg </3

this made me cry

oh.my.gosh! </3

Oh my god

Imagine the aftermath.

This is honestly one of  the most intense photos i have seen from 9/11. So sad

This is sad to look at  looking how calm he is and not knowing whats about to happen

this photo makes me feel so sick :(

fuck i bursted out into tears

Fuck. To prove this isn’t a photoshop job or anything, reblog and click the picture, then look at this picture again.

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK. 

HOLY SHIT

(via backtowhereyouveneverbeen)



Elizabeth Banks: I Thank Birth Control Pills for My Son
Just over a year ago, my son Felix was born via gestational surrogacy. He came out of me nine months early and because of my broken belly, his babycake was baked in a wonderful angel’s oven and now — I can’t believe it — he’s a year old and walking. He has expanded my capacity for joy a thousand-fold.
His life would have been much harder to come by if not for the birth control pill. How’s that, you ask? Well, it’s a simple fact: The pill is used for many situations that have nothing to do with the prevention of pregnancy. The pill was prescribed to me when hormonally induced migraines kept me locked up in dark rooms for days at a time. It was prescribed to me to regulate insanely painful cramps every month — cramps so painful that I often vomited.
And here’s a little secret I am happy to blow the lid off of: The pill is often prescribed during the IVF (in vitro fertilization) process to help MAKE BABIES! That’s right, women dealing with infertility are often put on the pill to help regulate a cycle so that they might have a more successful IVF. The pill is used to manage ovarian cysts, endometriosis and other conditions too. Not to mention, it helps couples plan for wanted children.
Obviously, I’m not a doctor. I’m just a woman grateful for my necessary and very helpful medication. And I’m sure glad I don’t have to discuss any of these conditions, including infertility, with my employer.
A girlfriend and I recently wondered what would be more mortifying: having to tell her male employer she needed birth control to mitigate a heavy flow or just bleeding all over herself in the office?
So with that image in mind, I encourage all women — and the men in their lives — to protect access to birth control, and encourage our politicians to take women’s health issues out of the political process.
For more information, please visit the most comprehensive and willing advocates for women’s health in America: www.plannedparenthood.org.

Elizabeth Banks: I Thank Birth Control Pills for My Son

Just over a year ago, my son Felix was born via gestational surrogacy. He came out of me nine months early and because of my broken belly, his babycake was baked in a wonderful angel’s oven and now — I can’t believe it — he’s a year old and walking. He has expanded my capacity for joy a thousand-fold.

His life would have been much harder to come by if not for the birth control pill. How’s that, you ask? Well, it’s a simple fact: The pill is used for many situations that have nothing to do with the prevention of pregnancy. The pill was prescribed to me when hormonally induced migraines kept me locked up in dark rooms for days at a time. It was prescribed to me to regulate insanely painful cramps every month — cramps so painful that I often vomited.

And here’s a little secret I am happy to blow the lid off of: The pill is often prescribed during the IVF (in vitro fertilization) process to help MAKE BABIES! That’s right, women dealing with infertility are often put on the pill to help regulate a cycle so that they might have a more successful IVF. The pill is used to manage ovarian cysts, endometriosis and other conditions too. Not to mention, it helps couples plan for wanted children.

Obviously, I’m not a doctor. I’m just a woman grateful for my necessary and very helpful medication. And I’m sure glad I don’t have to discuss any of these conditions, including infertility, with my employer.

A girlfriend and I recently wondered what would be more mortifying: having to tell her male employer she needed birth control to mitigate a heavy flow or just bleeding all over herself in the office?

So with that image in mind, I encourage all women — and the men in their lives — to protect access to birth control, and encourage our politicians to take women’s health issues out of the political process.

For more information, please visit the most comprehensive and willing advocates for women’s health in America: www.plannedparenthood.org.

(via backtowhereyouveneverbeen)


mandaflewaway:

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This doesn’t normally happen, but today is one of those days where I feel worthless. #waitingfortomorrow



SO FUCKING CUTE. the last one is all, “where are you going??”

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If he’s not calling you, it’s because you are not on his mind. If he creates expectations for you, and then doesn’t follow through on little things, he will do same for big things. Be aware of this and realize that he’s okay with disappointing you. Don’t be with someone who doesn’t do what they say they’re going to do. If he’s choosing not to make a simple effort that would put you at ease and bring harmony to a recurring fight, then he doesn’t respect your feelings and needs. “Busy” is another word for “asshole.” “Asshole” is another word for the guy you’re dating. You deserve a fcking phone call.
Greg Behrendt (via myquotelibrary)

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an actual post

Maybe I should actually write something in here instead of repost awesomeness.

Well, here goes.

Reasons why today sucked:

  • My family is driving me (and each other) badshit crazy. I’m terrified my mom’s slowly losing touch. 
  • May have been blown off, confirming my worst fear.

Reasons why today was awesome:

  • Found out I got an A and the third highest grade in one of my classes.
  • I got to sit out in the sun and beautiful weather pretty care-free.
  • I got a great $12 margarita, courtesy of my parents.
  • May not have been blown off. Only time will tell.

Overall not a bad day I guess.



You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am  too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself  to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke  it, eight and a half years ago. Dare not say that a man forgets sooner  than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but  you. Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been, but never  inconstant.

You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it, eight and a half years ago. Dare not say that a man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you. Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been, but never inconstant.

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