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Women don’t have to:
- be thin
- have a vagina
- give birth
- cook for you
- have long hair
- wear makeup
- have sex with you
- be feminine
- be graceful
- shave
- be white
- diet
- be fashionable
- wear pink
- love men
- be the media’s idea of perfection
- listen to your bullshit
Even I need to be reminded of some of these things occasionally.
(via yelyahwilliams)
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Ma’am,
There are so many things I’d like to tell you, I don’t know where to start.
I can assure you I don’t feel threatened, as you shouldn’t feel either. I see our relationships as being two very separate things, and if he can deal with it, then so should we be able to. My hope is that some day we can get along, and share this wonderful man as we should, as his lifelong friend and as his wife. Our communication should be positive and helpful to all parties, with no deceit.
I fully understand that this may take a very long time, and that I can have little to do with any formation of friendship other than to offer you an olive branch and tell you that ‘me Casa es au Casa’. I have no agenda other than to make life better for us all and hope you don’t feel I’m being smug. It’s just the way I am.
With fondest regards…. -
good thing i always keep a shotgun on my left….
**EDIT**
i actually want to know what it is that is next to you
for me it is actually an animal patterned blanket (fleece)
so what is yours?
A pint of Hacker Pschorr Weiss…
Fuck. Yes.my sofa? FUCK YEAH
Well well well. Hello ridiculously expensive knife set. I knew you’d come in handy one day.
Three fucking pillows?! FUCK ME! I’m assimilating.
A four year old girl…….great, now she can play my little pony with the zombies while I kick back.
a photo scanner. i will document the chaos.
My mom?
A kettle, I’ll stall them by making them all a brew whilst someone else puts the ‘zombie apocalypse contingency plan’ into action. What’s that Leicester council? We don’t have one? Ah well, at least I’ll have a cuppa in me hand when it all goes down….
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always remember the most important rule of beauty, which is: who cares?
– tina fey (via carlovely)(via yelyahwilliams)
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Riots
Am completely taken aback by others actions of late.
The riots in London have shown me the worst of society, and the best. I’m still in disbelief that these people think that it’s been justifiable to smash and steal and set fire to things, people’s lives. Actually listening to a radio interview earlier made me laugh out loud, the kids were condemning younger kids from rioting and stealing, even admitting that for them it was wrong. But they went out and did it ‘cos everyone else was’.
Really?!
But the clean up operation is typically London, same as after the bombings they just turn up, business as usual and get on with it.
Even the social media was playing devils advocate, helping people organise the riots, but also helping volunteers meet to help clean up.
There’s no way of telling if shutting it down will help or hinder, but that’s why it’s there.
I hate feeling helpless, wish i could do more.
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Pilgrimage home.
With Bea and Mr Tom, together :o)Haven’t really thought about what it means until now, 37 miles from Nottm!
Just feel like it’s a milestone of some kind, have just paid off our debts, have started to save, work prospects are good and things are changing for us. Looking to plan for a family soon is such a nice thing to look forward to. Still feels a long way off, as I’m sure it always will.I wonder if my parents will see any change? (Apart from a new tattoo) but then I always wonder that.
Here goes…
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I have days like this, usually saturdays. Where everything just isn’t right. Nothing anyone can do is right. Tonight I saw just how fruitless my endless juggling of everything is, the simple act of making dinner showed me how pointless it is to carry on. So bow I have to face my old demons, as well as new ones of rejection, and see what happens. I need to take some of my own advice and see that it’s gonna be a longer road to where I want to be than I thought. But it’ll be worth it.
There’s always optimism!
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The more I see of other people’s families, the more I am grateful for my own. I may not be related to them by blood, but that makes them all the more amazing.
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