myhusbandstumor:

My parents were together 10x longer than purmort and I have been. They were married at 24, an age where I was a drunken, stumbling emotional trainwreck incapable of a productive relationship. 
They raised four children, and put us all through Catholic school. We went to the same high school my father went to, the same school our grandfather had been booted out of. 
They had highs and lows, but they had them together. For better or worse. Until death do us part. Last night during the final sacrament, the priest asked us to offer up our prayers. Shy and Midwestern at heart, I froze. I don’t know, how do you pray out loud? Is if just a wish list you read to God? 
When the priest was gone, my siblings and I stood by our father and I knew how to pray. It’s a thank you. “Thank you for being a good father, for showing us what it means to be loved. For the love you shared with our mother and with us. That’s the love I want my children to have, and their children.I am so proud to be a McInerny.” 
I know he heard us because his eyes were wide and he responded, his voice occluded by the respirator. He either said “you’ll always be a McInerny” or “but you’re not a McInerny.” One is a heartfelt, movie-worthy line and one is an ongoing joke about my being adopted and you know what? Either is perfect. Because either is perfectly our father. 
That is my prayer, a thank you for my father and a wish for everyone to have and be that kind of love in the world.

myhusbandstumor:

My parents were together 10x longer than purmort and I have been. They were married at 24, an age where I was a drunken, stumbling emotional trainwreck incapable of a productive relationship.

They raised four children, and put us all through Catholic school. We went to the same high school my father went to, the same school our grandfather had been booted out of.

They had highs and lows, but they had them together. For better or worse. Until death do us part. Last night during the final sacrament, the priest asked us to offer up our prayers. Shy and Midwestern at heart, I froze. I don’t know, how do you pray out loud? Is if just a wish list you read to God?

When the priest was gone, my siblings and I stood by our father and I knew how to pray. It’s a thank you. “Thank you for being a good father, for showing us what it means to be loved. For the love you shared with our mother and with us. That’s the love I want my children to have, and their children.I am so proud to be a McInerny.”

I know he heard us because his eyes were wide and he responded, his voice occluded by the respirator. He either said “you’ll always be a McInerny” or “but you’re not a McInerny.” One is a heartfelt, movie-worthy line and one is an ongoing joke about my being adopted and you know what? Either is perfect. Because either is perfectly our father.

That is my prayer, a thank you for my father and a wish for everyone to have and be that kind of love in the world.

dharbin:

METHODS FOR DEALING WITH GRIEF.
I had to put my dog to sleep last week. He was just 8, and had stomach cancer. I was not, and still am not, ready for how much it hurt and continues to hurt. The only thing that’s helped so far is curling up under my desk with his old blanket and pretending I have a little more time with him to say goodbye.

dharbin:

METHODS FOR DEALING WITH GRIEF.

I had to put my dog to sleep last week. He was just 8, and had stomach cancer. I was not, and still am not, ready for how much it hurt and continues to hurt. The only thing that’s helped so far is curling up under my desk with his old blanket and pretending I have a little more time with him to say goodbye.

mysticplaces:


Between the cleft and the lip of the caldera, the whole side of the volcano was carpeted in flowers.  Even in the moonlight he could distinguish those bright colors- violets and blues, dark greens and lavender, bright reds and violent oranges.  He stared, uncomprehending.
It was impossible.
"They’re called ephemerals," Anna said, speaking into that perfect silence. "Their seeds- hundreds of thousands of tiny seeds- lay in the dry earth for years.  And then, when finally the rains come, they blossom.  For a single day- for one single night- they bloom. "

-Atrus and Anna, The Book of Atrus
photography by Guy Tal
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mysticplaces:


Between the cleft and the lip of the caldera, the whole side of the volcano was carpeted in flowers.  Even in the moonlight he could distinguish those bright colors- violets and blues, dark greens and lavender, bright reds and violent oranges.  He stared, uncomprehending.
It was impossible.
"They’re called ephemerals," Anna said, speaking into that perfect silence. "Their seeds- hundreds of thousands of tiny seeds- lay in the dry earth for years.  And then, when finally the rains come, they blossom.  For a single day- for one single night- they bloom. "

-Atrus and Anna, The Book of Atrus
photography by Guy Tal
Zoom Info
mysticplaces:


Between the cleft and the lip of the caldera, the whole side of the volcano was carpeted in flowers.  Even in the moonlight he could distinguish those bright colors- violets and blues, dark greens and lavender, bright reds and violent oranges.  He stared, uncomprehending.
It was impossible.
"They’re called ephemerals," Anna said, speaking into that perfect silence. "Their seeds- hundreds of thousands of tiny seeds- lay in the dry earth for years.  And then, when finally the rains come, they blossom.  For a single day- for one single night- they bloom. "

-Atrus and Anna, The Book of Atrus
photography by Guy Tal
Zoom Info
mysticplaces:


Between the cleft and the lip of the caldera, the whole side of the volcano was carpeted in flowers.  Even in the moonlight he could distinguish those bright colors- violets and blues, dark greens and lavender, bright reds and violent oranges.  He stared, uncomprehending.
It was impossible.
"They’re called ephemerals," Anna said, speaking into that perfect silence. "Their seeds- hundreds of thousands of tiny seeds- lay in the dry earth for years.  And then, when finally the rains come, they blossom.  For a single day- for one single night- they bloom. "

-Atrus and Anna, The Book of Atrus
photography by Guy Tal
Zoom Info

mysticplaces:

Between the cleft and the lip of the caldera, the whole side of the volcano was carpeted in flowers.  Even in the moonlight he could distinguish those bright colors- violets and blues, dark greens and lavender, bright reds and violent oranges.  He stared, uncomprehending.

It was impossible.

"They’re called ephemerals," Anna said, speaking into that perfect silence. "Their seeds- hundreds of thousands of tiny seeds- lay in the dry earth for years.  And then, when finally the rains come, they blossom.  For a single day- for one single night- they bloom. "

-Atrus and Anna, The Book of Atrus

photography by Guy Tal

weightwatcherqueen:

Terrific Tip: Flip the bell peppers over to check their gender. The ones with four bumps are female and those with three bumps are male. The female peppers are full of seeds, but sweeter and better for eating raw and the males are better for cooking. Isn’t that cool? Saw this somewhere on Pinterest & thought my Tumblr followers would find it interesting! It looks like it’s origionally from produceplanet.blogspot.com. I told my Weight Watchers group about this & they thought it was super helpful! :-)

Oh my god… bad science. Bell peppers DO NOT have a gender. If you bothered to learn much about biology you would know that. The little bumps on the bottom ain’t gonna help you much with anything.

weightwatcherqueen:

Terrific Tip: Flip the bell peppers over to check their gender. The ones with four bumps are female and those with three bumps are male. The female peppers are full of seeds, but sweeter and better for eating raw and the males are better for cooking. Isn’t that cool? 

Saw this somewhere on Pinterest & thought my Tumblr followers would find it interesting! It looks like it’s origionally from produceplanet.blogspot.com. I told my Weight Watchers group about this & they thought it was super helpful! :-)

Oh my god… bad science. Bell peppers DO NOT have a gender. If you bothered to learn much about biology you would know that. The little bumps on the bottom ain’t gonna help you much with anything.

gregorygalloway:

On 25 August 1932, Amelia Earhart landed in Newark, NJ after completing her flight from Los Angeles, becoming the first woman to fly solo, nonstop, coast-to-coast. The flight took 19 hours and 5 minutes.

One of the most inspiring people that I’ve ever heard of.

gregorygalloway:

On 25 August 1932, Amelia Earhart landed in Newark, NJ after completing her flight from Los Angeles, becoming the first woman to fly solo, nonstop, coast-to-coast. The flight took 19 hours and 5 minutes.

One of the most inspiring people that I’ve ever heard of.

badrapper:

awwww-cute:

Went kayaking with my girlfriend and we made the cutest friend!

excuse me WHY are his hands up i cant handle this


Everyone thinks this is cute but that’s because they’ve never had their kayak tipped over by an aggressive one. The only reason why they do this is because they’ve been fed by retarded people in the past, not because DEY LIEK PEEPLE. Don’t feed wildlife guys. Even if it’s “cute”.

badrapper:

awwww-cute:

Went kayaking with my girlfriend and we made the cutest friend!

excuse me WHY are his hands up i cant handle this

Everyone thinks this is cute but that’s because they’ve never had their kayak tipped over by an aggressive one. The only reason why they do this is because they’ve been fed by retarded people in the past, not because DEY LIEK PEEPLE. Don’t feed wildlife guys. Even if it’s “cute”.

(via je-suis-les-etoiles)