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They are like little squinty frogs. And their hands are creepy before they chub up a bit haha

Disagree. A lot of babies look like Winston Churchill. This is a damn cute baby.

There is nothing to say except holy moly that is one cute baby. For reals.

Stories like this are the perfect antidote to stories about cat killing vets or that AWFUL “Letter from Jesus” story I read.

it’s disturbing to see people who are unable to be outraged by more than one thing.

There’s stoic duties in farming, but there certainly was room for empathy and consciousness raising. Just cause “that’s the way it’s been done” doesn’t mean outsiders won’t stick their nose in and tell you it’s time for a change—and take routes to insist you WILL cooperate or face consequences. We are our brother’s

Women are often “crazy” until it turns out they’re “stupid.”

Definitely. I have a family member with fibromyalgia who is desperate for effective treatment but refuses to even try antidepressants, because she feels that if her pain turns out to be treatable by antidepressants then it’s not real. As if the source or contributing factors matter more than the fact of the suffering.

“Freemasons are running the country!”

...clothes. Thanks for posting too soon, mobile kinja. And then not letting me even edit, mobile kinja.

I bet Ariana Grande knows China is a country...maybe she’s the world’s smartest baby.

Me (to my 2 year old): “you’re wonderful”

Ohhhh, ok, so that's why the Coachella valley uses 282 gallons of water/ person in the middle of a desert in the middle of an epic drought. God forbid people actually got dusty and dirty at their #woodstock. At least all the flowers they're wearing are fake, saved some water there, right? Right??

proxy rage over here, fuck that would drive me bonkers

When did Coachella get so...extra?

Twenty-five years and my life is still trying to get up that great big hill of hope. For a destination.

It's like the telephone game with fashion!

Good god. It's like the mid-nineties got duped into spending way too much money on ombré highlights and see-through dresses.

With only a few notable exceptions, I’ve always made more money than the men I’ve dated. None of them have had issues with me paying. Ever.

Also, when I was in my early twenties I dated a doctor who made what seemed like gazillions more than I did. I hated that he paid for most things until we had a conversation about

I imagine he’d be saying (in Latin or Arabic):