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Just a little peek.

Just a little peek.


Loving animals and eating meat does not make me a hypocrite.

That’s why I eat local and organic meat from reputable sources that don’t abuse their animals.

Loving animals and eating meat does not make me a hypocrite.

That’s why I eat local and organic meat from reputable sources that don’t abuse their animals.

So, wait Michael. Let me get this straight. Instead of working hard, you gave up. Instead of caring for your wife and five children, you killed yourself? How the fuck selfish is that? How do you think your wife feels now, if you felt like it was all too much? Fuck you for abandoning your family. They needed you, and you bailed.
wearethe99percent:

My name is Michael. I died today. It is also my birthday.

So, wait Michael. Let me get this straight. Instead of working hard, you gave up. Instead of caring for your wife and five children, you killed yourself? How the fuck selfish is that? How do you think your wife feels now, if you felt like it was all too much? Fuck you for abandoning your family. They needed you, and you bailed.

wearethe99percent:

My name is Michael. I died today. It is also my birthday.


She wasn’t doing a thing I could see, except standing there leaning on the balcony railing, holding the universe together. 
-J.D. Salinger

She wasn’t doing a thing I could see, except standing there leaning on the balcony railing, holding the universe together.

-J.D. Salinger

Fingerwaves and a tattoo of the Last Supper

Fingerwaves and a tattoo of the Last Supper

picturesofmymother:

Many words come to mind when I think of my mother. Love and Sass are the top two. She is on of the sassiest women I know. She never let men speak down to her, always speaks her mind, and fought for complete independence from a very young age. This photo was taken in 1956, my mother was about 2 years old and already full of personality. About 10 years after this photo, she had to get surgery to remove her spleens. That’s right, spleens. She had four, and by age 12 they had cleaned her slightly oddly shaped red blood cells from her blood so “well” that they had to be removed completely. The women in my family all have varying degrees of Hereditary Spherocytosis, my mothers the most intense of all. Her spleens are now on display at the University of Washington.
I love you mom. You’ve gone through hell and back, and you’re still kicking (with extra zing!). Thanks for setting a great example for me, and women everywhere.
—submitted by antiorder

picturesofmymother:

Many words come to mind when I think of my mother. Love and Sass are the top two. She is on of the sassiest women I know. She never let men speak down to her, always speaks her mind, and fought for complete independence from a very young age. This photo was taken in 1956, my mother was about 2 years old and already full of personality. About 10 years after this photo, she had to get surgery to remove her spleens. That’s right, spleens. She had four, and by age 12 they had cleaned her slightly oddly shaped red blood cells from her blood so “well” that they had to be removed completely. The women in my family all have varying degrees of Hereditary Spherocytosis, my mothers the most intense of all. Her spleens are now on display at the University of Washington.

I love you mom. You’ve gone through hell and back, and you’re still kicking (with extra zing!). Thanks for setting a great example for me, and women everywhere.

submitted by antiorder