Twenty years working in ICU. There are things worse than dying. If it was my child, my father, my wife, I’d withdraw support.

His parents are also actively lying about everything. They’ve told the media he ‘loves being tickled’ and various other nonsense, when doctors aren’t even able to say with certainty whether Charlie is in excruciating pain non-stop.

Would this kid even be able to have cognitive thought?

I honestly don’t think it’s a tough one. Best case scenario is he lives but never has a life. These parents are selfish as fuck.

“... the experimental nucleoside treatment that has had some results with children who suffer from Charlie’s condition”

The amendment is attached to a bill that will give money to Donald Trump’s border wall and immigration enforcement. 

BART has a no food, no drink rule...that no one follows. But it would be awesome if they did. I don’t need to smell you BBQ, or curry, or Chinese food, or your McDonald’s. I also don’t want you to spill your fucking coffee all over me, because you don’t know how to balance yourself on the train. It’s gross enough as…

i fucking hate this show. i hate his stupid fake antics. i hate how much time they devote to shit that has nothing to do with renovating houses. i hate how they pretend like waco is a decent place to live. ughhhhh. FUCK SHIPLAP.

I don’t understand why this fucking show is a big thing.

Liev seems to one of those typecast as either a villain or miserable and violent antihero yet seems to be one of the better/nicer people in the business.

This sentence was punishment for him walking after allegedly killing his ex wife and whoever that other guy was.

They should let him out. How else is he gonna do something spectacularly stupid to entertain us again?

Suicide is always brutal, but especially when the person is so young. When I was 19, the 15 year old sister of a good friend shot herself. It wasn’t the first suicide I knew or the one closest to me, but it was the most disturbing. I will never forget the church full of crying kids, too young to drive and grieving for…

My class is tiny compared to most - 27, 19 of us started kindergarten together. We lost one of our own in sixth grade to cancer. For some of us, it was our first experience with death, compounded by the fact that he was someone we knew well instead of some distant great aunt or uncle. My class planted two trees in his…

I was a mouthy feminist in a sea of Mormon redneck. Popularity was not an option:

I was obese growing up and bullied every day. It was only recently when I heard that a type of behavior was assault, and I in fact had been not only bullied but assaulted (spat on, held down and kicked etc.) One day, one of my worst tormentors was doing some awful thing to me and I just punched him in the nose. I ran…

I grew up in a very small town (120-ish kids K-12). I remember quite young having an epiphany “I don’t belong here” and after that I really did not give a fuck, I just lazer focused on college. Here is how bullying me went:

I certainly don’t disagree with any of this, and I don’t doubt jerks can grow up. But for the rest of us who had to suffer through that jerkiness, there’s no entitlement to absolution or friendship or even an FB connection in adulthood.

No but kids at least deserve their own freaking room, not a loft with a tiny curtain they they can only move around in by crawling. And it’s not even that these are cheap homes for poorer families, these are solidly middle class families looking to downsize and often paying premium for those tiny places.