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I’m packing up my winter wear because I’m not likely to need it while I’m couch surfing. I found my winter hat and put it on because my doofus ex made fun of me for wearing it and, hey guess what I still look hella cute in it.

I also sort of forgot I was wearing it while I was petting my cat.

thefourtwentytimes:

diamondsdroog:

itcuddles:

here is an idea: normalise the idea that adopting kids is a valid option even for parents who could conceive a child themselves, and not just an inferior backup option for parents who can’t

Just coming from an adopted kid, the benefits of adoption:
-When your kid asks where they come from you can literally say you pre-ordered them and waited for them to come in. My dad always equated picking me up from the hospital to ordering a sofa at k-mart and it always made me laugh. No need to explain pregnancy till they’re older.
-Your child will always know it was wanted and on purpose. My parents waited 5 years for me. They waited. For me to be born. I was wanted, from the moment I came into this world, by the people who raised me.
-You don’t have to pay for pregnancy or birth. Just adoption fees. No thirty thousand dollar hospital bill.
-You don’t have to give birth, or be pregnant, both of which objectively suck.
-The biological parents of that baby will be so happy that there is someone in the world who is willing to watch over their child. The relief that comes with that is overwhelming.
-You’re saving a child’s life that would otherwise potentially be stuck in the adoption and foster system for their entire childhood.

I’ve always heard arguments about wanting the baby to be ‘yours’ but really. My parents are my parents. Just because I don’t share their DNA doesn’t mean I’m not theirs. When it comes right down to it, blood of the bond is thicker than water of the womb. 

True Dat

gentlemen–wanderer:

vegetarianpineapple:

hello-i-am-the-mad-hatter:

lazorsandparadox:

cartnsncreal:

Reblog and you might save someone’s life, especially with all our Black Girls going missing #ProtectBlackGirls #SaveLife

For those who don’t know what’s happening in the video, she untied her shoelaces, pulled one through the inside of the zip tie binding her hands, then tied the shoelaces together. Then, by pulling downward and back and forth on the shoelaces with her feet, she created enough friction to wear away part of the ziptie, making it weak enough to snap right off her hands.

SIGNAL BOOST

SIGNAL BOOST

SIGNAL BOOST

Also, if you are unable to use shoelaces for whatever reason, tighten the zip tie as much as possible. Then raise your hands above your head and then quickly snap them back down elbows on either side of your chest. Not only will this break the zip tie, but you look like a badass… even if no ones watching

I think this would be useful for anyone in this situation.

goylentgreen:

omg-im-trash:

lesbianazari:

Okay I just had a conversation with a friend and I have to do this thing cause I am honestly super curious

Reblog this post and put in the tags your ethnicity, where you are from, and whether you salt the water you use to boil your pasta

Ex: I’m a latina (specifically Dominican) from Brooklyn and I salt my pasta water cause I ain’t a fool

But, wouldn’t the salt catch on fire?? I’m??

Why the fuck would it catch fire??? You’re literally putting it in water???

atributetotheclassicmovies:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY to the GREAT AND WONDERFUL DAVID McCALLUM!!! (born. September 19th, 1933)

“I knew my father felt that music would give me a better standard of living than the vicissitudes of the theatre, but he didn’t say it openly.                               Then I did a film called Robbery Under Arms and my name was up in huge letters on the Odeon Leicester Square. He and I walked by, and he said, ‘I think you have made the right choice after all.’ It was a lovely moment.”

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