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nikolaecuza:

danosaurs-and-philions:

im a bad person who thinks bad thoughts like ‘ew what is that girl wearing’ and then remember that im supposed to be positive about all things and then think ‘no she can wear what she wants, fuck what other people say damn girl u look fabulous’ and im just a teeny bit hypocritical tbh

I was always taught by my mother, That the first thought that goes through your mind is what you have been conditioned to think. What you think next defines who you are.

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stregafiore:

A few of you know that my dad has stage 4 lung cancer and my mom was just diagnosed with colon cancer.

I’ve been reflecting a lot lately on all the family members and friends who have battled cancer in the past.

A few minutes ago, I was smiling. I was brought back to the memory of things I did to cope with the deaths. I will tell you one of my favorites.

My maternal grandma died of bone cancer. She was a second mother to me. I never called her grandma, she was always mom. After her funeral the family pretty much went straight into the reading of the will and dividing up the remainder of her belongings. I wasn’t ready for that. I just wanted to mourn. I went straight back to her bedroom while everyone was deciding which Chinaware would go best with their homes. I wanted to wear her jewelry, I wanted to be close to things that were once on her person. I just wanted to smell her Aquanett, Tre-Jur perfume, Noxema, and her vanity powder. I also went through her closet and put on her most known for attire. Her fancy night robe that she wore during holidays and cocktail time. I put on her best rings, clip-on earrings, her best Fuchsia lipstick, and one of her best cancer wigs that resembled her hair the most. It was so comforting, silly, and a bit creepy. I walked out of the room nonchalantly into the view if the rest of the family. I can see some of them cry and some of them laugh, and proclaiming, “It’s grandma!”

I was then able to tag along with everyone else going through her belongings while still mourning and visioning my best memories of her.

I love you/your grandma/you as your grandma

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coketalk:


Stefon Nesting Dolls. For real, though. I want these.

coketalk:

Stefon Nesting Dolls. For real, though. I want these.

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FREE SHIPPING! Any quilt purchased between now and 9/8 will ship anywhere in the US for FREE on 9/8. International orders will ship for the low low price of $5.

It’s almost as though I’m out of town but still hoping to sell quilts!

smartgrrrl:

rick2u:

findus:

patkojanos:

:o

Wow!

Put your backs into it, boys!  If ants ever become as intelligent as people (not a high bar), we’re all dead.

smartgrrrl:

rick2u:

findus:

patkojanos:

:o

Wow!

Put your backs into it, boys!  If ants ever become as intelligent as people (not a high bar), we’re all dead.

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clarabeau:

Meg White
"This is a Polaroid I took of my sister Meg White with an SX70 Polaroid camera from the 1970s. We couldn’t use it for anything we needed to release from our band The White Stripes because she was wearing leopard skin. I think she was just getting settled in before we did some other photos in our rehearsal room, but what a beauty. Sometimes I wonder if Meg is or was real; maybe I made her up and all that happened with us in our band and our travels was in my head. Perhaps it was just me on stage by myself the whole time with a six-foot rabbit named Meg. That would only explain some things, though. What a wonderful drummer to play with, so loud and simple. But looks can be deceiving. Who could tell from this picture that she’d murdered hundreds of people? She didn’t, but if she had, you couldn’t tell from this picture. Anyhow, I was going through some old boxes recently and I came across this photo so I took it out and put it on my refrigerator. I haven’t had a girl on my refrigerator since last Halloween, but that’s a different story." -Jack White

clarabeau:

Meg White

"This is a Polaroid I took of my sister Meg White with an SX70 Polaroid camera from the 1970s. We couldn’t use it for anything we needed to release from our band The White Stripes because she was wearing leopard skin. I think she was just getting settled in before we did some other photos in our rehearsal room, but what a beauty. Sometimes I wonder if Meg is or was real; maybe I made her up and all that happened with us in our band and our travels was in my head. Perhaps it was just me on stage by myself the whole time with a six-foot rabbit named Meg. That would only explain some things, though. What a wonderful drummer to play with, so loud and simple. But looks can be deceiving. Who could tell from this picture that she’d murdered hundreds of people? She didn’t, but if she had, you couldn’t tell from this picture. Anyhow, I was going through some old boxes recently and I came across this photo so I took it out and put it on my refrigerator. I haven’t had a girl on my refrigerator since last Halloween, but that’s a different story." -Jack White

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