Trump protesters chanting “USA” before the Trump supporters think of it—beautiful. Just....mmmmmuah. Beautiful.

This is it! I am debating adding in some touches of color, but I like how it looks like a scientific illustration in just the black. I’m also aesthetically drawn to anything with strong black lines.

Whoa dude, make up your mind. Well, it’s okay for someone to change their mind (especially on such an important life decision) but he should’ve updated you on that. Now what worries me is that if you follow through with the abortion, how will you feel? Will you be okay with maybe closing the door on motherhood? Will…

Starting new jobs is the absolute worst. Nothing makes me feel less sure of my entire life than the first few weeks of a job.

If this whole mess doesn’t get turned into a movie starring JK Simmons, I give up on Hollywood.

My mom is a nurse. She ended up working in geriatrics because she absolutely loves it and just feels called to it. Not a lot of people want to work with the elderly, but my mom kicks ass at it. She loves her patients and treats them with kindness, dignity, and humor. She cries when they die and she has attended more…

My old roommate was a nurse. We lived down the street from our city’s main hospital, and we wanted another roommate to help out with rent. She was not the most ideal roommate for my best friend, but I liked her enough that one Sunday afternoon we walked down to the gas station to pick up some 40s so we could day drink…

also, those beauty standards are just not beautiful. Who the hell thinks the ‘shopped version is more beautiful? The changes are not even human. It’s weird to make concavities where convexities exist. I’m mystified.

Shut up and get your gimp suit on.

Yes.

Dr. Ruth is correct. Too many elbows.

You might actually be correct. Like a defence mechanism.

Or an LGBT sticker for my car. Obama had one for the last presidential election.

Is it weird that I sometimes forget that marriage equality passed, and then I remember, and get all the good feeling endorphins rushing back? I’M JUST SO STINKING PROUD.

This is so sad and makes me more terrified for the dead than for the living.

Here is a story that I have not shared before because honestly- it creeps me the fuck out. I don’t like thinking about it. I don’t like the things it implies about the nature of the universe we inhabit, and it fills me with existential dread. It also happens to involve a friend’s suicide, so it’s not the easiest thing…

This is not super scary (to me) but it is 100% true.

I took the AP’s as well, and I had easily three hours of homework a night. By the time I got back from sports, ate and did my homework it was usually midnight. I would of loved to of gone to your high school.

It’s my last baby’s first Halloween! Last baby, first girl, and after all those boys, people kept asking if I was excited for my princess. Eff it. I call her The Gladiator, and tonight she's dressed the part!