Posts tagged love.
Kitten rejected by mother and raised by golden retriever
I’m so happy for this little kitty
im cryin a bit
Oh noooooes~~!~ So much heart for this! Aaahhhh…. I am smile crying so hard!!!
Happy International Sibling Day to my dearest Seester, nikkipryde!!! I miss you so much a million. PASSION FOR YOU~~!~
THE DREAM HAS BECOME A REALITY!
I am getting this for Emily and Jon when they come back.
they better like it as much in reality or i will take it back and put it on mavis so she can match mannys butterfly costume
CATS LOVE IT!
Right this moment, I’m feeling beautiful, like I should.
Why? Because of cleavage or makeup or bedroom eyes?
No. Sure, those are present in this picture, but that is not why I feel beautiful today. In fact, I feel rather horrible today. Angry, hurt, frightened, ignored, embarrassed, emotional, scrappy, opinionated, outspoken, exhausted. I feel like a failure in so many different ways. Homeless, orphaned, friendless. I am stymied by circumstances I cannot control and torn between reality and idealism. I feel fat and ugly and stupid and terribly weak minded for buying into a system that perpetuates it.
The reason I have make-up on is because I attempted to gather up my courage to go somewhere and do something … anything. I wanted to leave my recent seclusion and brave the world. I painted my face personable to tackle the storm of intimidating crowds and social pressures to be anything but a fat, white girl in Japan. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t even bring myself to step outside. I close the door and stripped down to my camisole and panties, cried and pouted myself into a headache.
I snapped this annoyed photo to remember this moment of human consciousness.
Maybe your eye goes to the feminine crease of my breasts, but I only see rolls of arm fat. Perhaps the gloss of pink lips draws your gaze, but I am focused on the unsightly bump on my nose. You may call my eyes alluring, but I see the black bags underneath and I know that look of mine: it is an irritated wince from a sob induced headache, annoyed by my recent level of emotional frailty.
So why, oh why did I ever start off this unexpected blog with the proclamation that I feel beautiful when everything I’ve detailed is indicative of the opposite?
Because right now, in this horrible, vulnerable honesty, I remember that I am a mere smattering of molecules from the center of dead stars. I am particles 14 billion years old that will cease to exist soon enough, but in some yet unknown, inconceivable moment of wondrous curiosity … I am.
Cogito ergo sum.
Well okay, maybe that has a trillion problems within itself… but at the very least, something, somewhere IS.
I revel in my insignificance and sheer expendability. I am trivial and minute. And yet in some way, as abstract or concrete as I may be … in some way, I am.
“It is strange being back in the same suit, but it also feels very familiar and comfortable,” said Tennant, who is currently starring alongside another Who alumnus, Arthur Darvill, in ITV’s Broadchurch. “There’s nothing quite like Doctor Who. It has a wonderful excitement about it. I always had happy times there.”
Tenth Doctor Tennant will join his successor Matt Smith, along with former companion Rose Tyler, played by Billie Piper, on the celebratory episode, which marks this year’s Who half-century in November.
“It’s lovely to be around Billie again, even though I see her all the time anyway,” Tennant told TV & Satellite Week.
i AM DYING. DYING DYING DYING DEAD! I WANT TO CRY. SO HAPPY.
yes that needed to happen.