I cannot get over Achilles’ face in this painting. Holy shit.
He’s totally like: “Oh god, mom, put a fucking shirt on, I mean, what are you even doing? Can’t you see I’m busy lamenting the death of my boyfriend? Like I really need to see your tits at a time like this— YOU’RE SO EMBARRASSING MOM GAWD.”
And the rest of the Greeks are jazz-handsing in the background. They’re all ‘WOAH LOOK AT THAT TOTALLY WICKED SET OF TITS— I MEAN ARMOUR. WOAH’
no mom
mom no
NO
fuckin quarter life crisis is starting a year early.
wasn’t i supposed to have figured out what i was going to do with my life by now? fuckity shit balls.
Barack Obama says that as the father of two daughters, he wants the government to “apply common sense” to rules about over the counter medications. Well, I too have a daughter, and so many many pro-choice women. Who died and made Barack Obama daddy in charge of teenage girls? Would he really rather that Sasha and Malia get pregnant rather than buy Plan B One-Step at CVS? And excuse me, Mr. President, thanks to your HHS, acquiring Plan B is prescription-only not just for 11 year olds but for the 30 percent of teenage girls between 15 and 17 who are sexually active, and is a cumbersome process for all women, who have to ask a pharmacist for it and, as many news stories have reported, be subjected to fundamentalist harangues and objections. Apparently it’s okay with you if Michelle is treated like a sixth-grader. I’m trying to think if there are any laws or regulations affecting only men in which unfounded fears about middle-school boys deny all men normal adult privileges. Needless to say no one suggests that underage boys get a prescription if they want to use condoms, or that grown men have to ask the pharmacist for them and maybe get a lecture about the evils of birth control and promiscuity.
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What I’m doing with my life: going to nursing school. i love helping people because i feel like ive hurt so many in the past. this is my way of giving back.
I’m really good at: sneaking pills from work/not getting in trouble for it!! (not that i haven’t learned many lessons the hard way in…
Sad post is sad
I went to trivia for the first time in forever last night. I don’t think I can go to mellow anymore. I have too many happy memories from that place. Being there reminds me of everything that I’ve lost. Not that I miss being in a relationship, or my ex…I just miss being there, with that group of people. It also makes me miss someone that I would just prefer not to think about. It makes me too sad.
I know I never update…but for those of you following that is the only bummer to speak of. Ma’ayan told me that I am positively glowing :)
Ten Years Later: A Tribute 9/11
My favorite 9/11 tribute in New York City can be found in Bryant Park. 2,819 empty chairs are set up on the lawn facing the site where the World Trade Center once stood, one chair for every life lost. The number of empty chairs captures the enormity of the lives lost and the stark emptiness of it just drives home the point that I hope is never forgotten. 2,819 people were here one moment and gone the next. 2,819 went to work or boarded a plane one morning ten years ago thinking it would be another ordinary day and they never came home.
(via jetgirl78)
while doing some research on Durer i came across this image. I dunno who made this but this is genius.
lollllll
I can’t believe I never noticed this before. Brilliant.
lol omg
Fact
Horrible text messages does not equal cheating.
It equates with making a bad and stupid decision.
If I had fucked another guy I would have owned up it. Just like how I’m owning up to sending those texts and taking responsibility for it. Was it shitty? Absolutely. Do I feel terrible for hurting someone? Absolutely. Did I fuck anyone else before my relationship ended? Absolutely not.
There are always two sides to every story. I suppose people will just believe what they want to, and that’s fine.
Either way, I’ll be ok.
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