so that’s why he keeps pestering Kurt about it
Reblogging again so I can add this
oh my fucking god i’m crying
i can’t even
oh my god
Oh my god. I’m choking on my spit. I’m coughing. I think my heart stopped beating.
I really never have, seriously. Sorry to disappoint.
January 26, 2011.
Okay hold up. Like, at least once a week in middle school you would IM me and be all “my life sucks, no one loves me, not Jennifer, not my brother, not my parents.” and I’d be like “WTF your parents do too” and you’d be all “NO THEY TELL ME ALL THE TIME THAT I’M A FAT STUPID UGLY LOSER” and I’d be all “idts, but okay…” and you’d say “no one likes me, so I might as well just not be here. If I don’t show up to school Monday, you’ll know why. Goodbye, Jenna.”
LIKE SERIOUSLY MATT, YOU MADE ME CRY.
I hated all of these things.
Molly’s clearly excited about my new website (re-)obsession. :D
I’m your soul mate, the one person on this earth who’s perfect for you in every way. Yes, I exist, and yes, everyone you’ve been with has been a pale (no pun intended) substitute. We’re meant to be together, but we’ve never met.
You see, there are 6 billion people in the world and you encounter at most about 1,000 people per day, so statistically our paths would cross only once every 16,500 years. If we’re going to meet you need to work harder, because so far you’ve done a spectacular job of messing this up...
Remember when you bought that pack of gum, and the clerk asked you if you wanted a bag, but you were in a rush so you said no? If you had waited that extra 3 seconds, you would have missed the train, making you late for the play, so they wouldn’t have let you in the theater till the first scene was over, and I would have just entered the lobby-also late-and we’d have gotten to talking. We probably would have just skipped the play and gotten coffee and then BAM, 50 years of golden summers at the farm house.
I guess what I’m saying is, next time you think you’re going to the museum today instead of tomorrow when I’ll be there, ask yourself: do I really want to spend the rest of my life alone? Are you going to take the bus or are you going to walk? If you do walk and it’s raining, how are you going to see me under my umbrella, unless I don’t have one and you share yours, or you don’t and I share mine, and that’s how we meet?
So remember, never leave the house without an umbrella...or with one. It’s your choice. I think I explained pretty clearly what’s at stake.
Point is, hanging over every decision you make, however small, is the sword of our loneliness. I am out there. Find me. But please hurry. I know we’re meant to be together for eternity, but I can’t wait forever...
I want a feather that turns into birds in flight on my left wrist.
That’s the main one. That’s what I’ve wanted for a while now. I’ve always wanted to fly and I love wind and my element is air and it’s a sign of being free and the Native Americans use feathers to represent courage, and on top of all of that it just seems to fit me. I don’t know exactly how to describe it.
The other one that I might want later would be an anatomically correct heart on the inside of my left ring finger on the bottom segment of my finger. The left ring finger is the only finger that has a direct vein with the heart, which is why we put our wedding rings on that finger.
I want the feather more though, and I’ve wanted it for longer. Mother dear said that she could see me with tattoos, and said that she would support it as long as I got it done by a reputable artist the last time we had any sort of discussion about them. If they’ll support me getting it when I turn 17, I don’t know. I feel as though I am mature enough and I’ve known that I wouldn’t get one unless I was serious about it. There’s a lot of people in high school who shouldn’t get tattoos but do anyways just because they’re allowed. The only reason I’m not sure if I would want to get it at 17 is just in case I don’t end up where I want to be. As a photographer or anyone in the arts, tattoos aren’t a big deal. If anything, they’re a plus. But if I get off of that path and end up having to work a desk job or something, a tattoo would certainly not help. But the wrist isn’t too hard to conceal if neccessary, and I’m determined to end up in the arts- whether it be photography or acting or both.
What do you want?
Ooooooooooooooh, do you have a picture of the feather/bird one? AND THAT IS SO COOL I DIDN’T KNOW THAT’S WHY WE WORE WEDDING RINGS THERE.
I want these stars (the HP book stars), only on my sides; one set on my left rib cage/back and the other on the right side. Like, you know where your bra goes across your ribs under your arms? I want them there, so I can cover them up, but know they’re there.
This post was originally published here, on the Rabble Pro Choice site
If an attack on a woman causes a miscarriage the attacker must pay a fine. If he causes serious damage to the mother it’s “an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth”. This indicates that a fetus does not have equal standing under God’s law.
Monetary values are assigned to lives according to age and gender. Lives under one month old have no value.
Numbers 5:21-21, 27-28
A potion given to the Israelites by God is used to determine paternity. If the father is not the husband, an abortion occurs. god clearly places no value on a fetus that is not the result of union between husband and wife.
God’s law states that if a woman is pregnant and is to be executed there is to be no waiting for the fetus to be born. It is counted as part of the mother and she burned to death with it still in her womb.
this is interesting