hisnamewasbeanni:

pencilcozy:

standingintheriver:

Children are not possessions.
Children are not accessories.
Children are not relationship band aids.
They are tiny people with the same amount of feelings as an adult.

And fewer tools to express and deal with those emotions.

Children are not relationship band aids.

Children are not relationship band aids.

CHILDREN ARE NOT RELATIONSHIP BAND AIDS.

CHIL DREN ARE N OT REL A TION SHIP BAND AID S.

(Source: riverbete)

To the anon that asked.

I miss his crinkly eyed dopey smile and big laugh and ugly toes from running every day. When I see him through Skype it’s like we haven’t spent the last 7 weeks away from each other.  Then as soon as we say goodbyes I get teary eyed and can barely muster up an “I love you”.

I miss him. The only thing I hate NYC is that it isn’t next door to Cleveland.

Today’s accomplishment was putting up shelves and a mirror for my “vanity”… there is no room for a table and chair in my bedroom, so this was my solution.

The shelves are actually picture frame ledges from Ikea. Word.

Today’s accomplishment was putting up shelves and a mirror for my “vanity”… there is no room for a table and chair in my bedroom, so this was my solution.

The shelves are actually picture frame ledges from Ikea. Word.

aseaofquotes:

Sonya Sones, Stop Pretending

This. Long distance is for the birds.

aseaofquotes:

Sonya Sones, Stop Pretending

This.

Long distance is for the birds.

Because bars don’t close until 4am

I am doing my best dance moves and lip syncing to “You’re the one that I want” from the Grease soundtrack.


Ooooo ooo ooo.

The IKEA ferry is free on the weekends. Who doesn’t want a free boat ride with a killer view?

inkpug:

For all you finals-takers and not-a-morning-persons out there…a new pug for InkPug!

Good morning friends :)

inkpug:

For all you finals-takers and not-a-morning-persons out there…a new pug for InkPug!

Good morning friends :)

This is something I might have done.

(Source: fymodernfamily, via ruinedchildhood)

Which glasses should I be rocking?

savingroomforcats:

Submitted by pamelamajocha

Saving room for cats is my new favorite tumblr. This is my daily struggle.

savingroomforcats:

Submitted by

Saving room for cats is my new favorite tumblr. This is my daily struggle.

Okay but REALLY

What is the point of having nonwashable, light colored fabric on your living room sofa and pillows when you have a 3 year old?

Oh, magic eraser, please work.

Do you have a type? of student, I mean.

girlwithalessonplan:

bethechangeyouwantedu:

markct:

iamlittlei:

girlcanteach:

I totally have a type.

Sarcastic and aggressively underachieving.

High strung, witty nerds

Hard working C student with a dry sense of humor

Kind, empathetic kids who own up to their behaviors (good or bad).

Nerds.  Nerds of every kind.  

The ones that are just “off”, a little kooky and crazy, and all the more amazing because of it.


“No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed, by some, to dream. Hill House, not sane, stood by itself against its hills, holding darkness within; it had stood so for eighty years and might stand for eighty more. Within, walls continued upright, bricks met neatly, floors were firm, and doors were sensibly shut; silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked alone.” 


Just finished reading this. I have no words for my thoughts on the novel other than it just bothered me. That’s my literary critique. It bothered me.

“No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed, by some, to dream. Hill House, not sane, stood by itself against its hills, holding darkness within; it had stood so for eighty years and might stand for eighty more. Within, walls continued upright, bricks met neatly, floors were firm, and doors were sensibly shut; silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked alone.” 

Just finished reading this. I have no words for my thoughts on the novel other than it just bothered me. That’s my literary critique. It bothered me.

(Source: deermoon)

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