1. yourdailynarcissist:

pro·cras·ti·na·tion prəˌkrastəˈnāSHən,prō-/ noun 1. the action of delaying or postponing something.

    yourdailynarcissist:

    pro·cras·ti·na·tion
    prəˌkrastəˈnāSHən,prō-/
    noun
    1. the action of delaying or postponing something.

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  2. Whenever I tell someone I’m child-free, I am likely to get a bullshit statement or question about 50% of the time.

    • Life will be boring for you without kids.
    • My life was meaningless before I had little Kayden/Brayden. I don’t even know what I did before!
    • There’s no love like the love of a child.
    • How selfish!
    • Good luck finding a husband.
    • But who will take care of you when you’re old?

    So that last one bothers me on a couple of levels.

    1. I’m 31 and my parents are getting old. They’re in their late 50’s. I can’t afford to take care of them. So who the hell will take care of them when they’re old? Not to mention, they have no retirement fund to speak of.

    2. The answer is, I’ll pay to live in a retirement community where staff there will take care of me, because having a kid is no guarantee of elder care. Yeah, even if I had kids, they wouldn’t be able to put life on hold to change my diapers. They wouldn’t have infinite resources stashed away to care for me, let alone themselves or their own kids.

    The real question is not who will care for me, but who will care about me?

    Statistically speaking, it’s highly likely I’ll live longer than my spouse does. My friends will die too - not necessarily before me, but I’m sure a few will. I felt better when I realized that Paul has this really cool aunt and uncle. No kids, but they are youthful and fun, despite being close to our parents’ age. We genuinely enjoy their company and see them whenever we can.

    So my answer to who will care about me as I’m withering away? Probably friends, probably nieces and nephews.

  3. fitanne:

    living-a-healthy-life-style:

    keep-calm-stay-healthy:

    leeroyjenkz88:

    fitinlove:

    I took this today for an ask. Bellies love to spill over jeans. Thats how they roll.

    I love this because having rolls doesn’t mean that you are fat. A lot of people have a hard time understanding this. Also if you sit with good posture your stomach will be flat. 

    Yea sometimes I see my gut hanging over my jeans when I’m bent and I remind myself it’s normal yaknow

    thanks guys! i feel so much better about myself

    We should all be thankful for skinrolls, because if our skin had to be tight enough to not form skin rolls when you bend over, your stomach would rip open in most cases. I don’t know about you, but I like to keep my insides on the inside of my stomach

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  4. pdlcomics:

    Elements of Home Decor

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  5. maureenjohnsonbooks:

    I relate to this so strongly I got a little teary-eyed. 

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  6. "Get off your ass and clean up after yourself or I’m leaving you. This apartment is a shithole and I’m not your mama."

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  8. I went to a family reunion this past weekend.

    It’s hard recovering from EDNOS and trying to cure myself with crackpot ideas and holistic, unproven BS as-is.

    I was strong enough to realize I couldn’t take this journey alone. I was too depressed and my health was declining too fast. I sought a doctor - not a naturopath, or coach or book. A real MD. I waited a few months for my intro appointment and I finally said it out loud. “I am anxious all the time and depressed. I feel hopeless and I think I might need to take antidepressants for a little while to keep me afloat.”

    My dad was on this tirade about how you shouldn’t trust doctors, because he had one bad experience. Much of my belief system I just got done deconstructing came from him. So he makes it known that he looks down on antidepressants and those who take them. He says it’s all in my attitude and if I think positive, I can feel better. Anyone who says that and believes it has never been clinically-depressed. If I could think positively, I would. If I had the easy answer to snap out of it, I’d do it in a heartbeat. I don’t like being miserable and unmotivated.

    And fuck it - I’m strong. I’m strong for admitting that I needed help before it was too late. I didn’t feel the urge to kill myself or harm myself, but who knows what would have happened if I let this fester for a few more months? I’m a badass for battling this thing and having that one glimmer of optimism left, saying, “There’s a way out. Life doesn’t have to be this way…”

  9. I just want to say, I find it super-unfortunate that someone I knew the majority of my life decided to stop talking to me for lame reasons. The reasons? She became a born-again christian while I continue to support gay rights and live with my boyfriend out of wedlock.

    I didn’t have a problem with her choice to become way more religious, if it made her happy. She had a problem with the choice I made to move in with the guy I love after waiting 4 years to do so. On top of that, the ideals I hold for gay people to be treated like human beings are the same ideals that motivated me to defend her from racist bullies when we were children. She didn’t seem to mind my stance on equality back then.

    She was a pathological liar, but I was hoping she’d come around. I guess I’ll never know.

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  11. impertinenttomcat:

tibets:

this is the 2nd time i’m reblogging this today because i laughed just as hard  as i did the 1st time i saw it

i FUC KING HIT MY HEAD LAU GHING

    impertinenttomcat:

    tibets:

    this is the 2nd time i’m reblogging this today because i laughed just as hard  as i did the 1st time i saw it

    i FUC KING HIT MY HEAD LAU GHING

    Reblogged from: itssofluffy-im-gonna-die
  12. thefarfire:

    thestrayline:

    Clint told him to do it for the vine

    based on this text post [x]

    YES

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  13. Boston-area people, please help me out and pass this along. Thank you so, so much.
My scooter was stolen from behind my apartment building in Newton, MA some time between 6:30pm the evening of July 1st and 8:30am the morning of July 2nd. The scooter is a Genuine Scooter Company Buddy 50 in seafoam green. It looks like the pic up there, only there is a chrome rack and black wire basket on the rear. It didn’t have a license plate, but it did have a blue registration sticker on the back. VIN is RFVPAP5A7C1009658
This was my primary mode of transportation as I do not have a car. I’m completely devastated that it’s gone as I am no longer independent without it. I frequently rode this to my workplace in Boston and it’s likely someone followed me home from the city, as the policewoman I spoke to told me this is common.
I’ve reported this theft to the police and it’s been registered as a stolen vehicle. If you see this scooter around the Boston area or spot it being sold online, please let me know as I will be able to send a detective over to claim it and arrest the scum that took what was mine.
Got a lead? Contact me at lisadoublevee+scooter@gmail.com. Thanks.

    Boston-area people, please help me out and pass this along. Thank you so, so much.

    My scooter was stolen from behind my apartment building in Newton, MA some time between 6:30pm the evening of July 1st and 8:30am the morning of July 2nd. The scooter is a Genuine Scooter Company Buddy 50 in seafoam green. It looks like the pic up there, only there is a chrome rack and black wire basket on the rear. It didn’t have a license plate, but it did have a blue registration sticker on the back. VIN is RFVPAP5A7C1009658

    This was my primary mode of transportation as I do not have a car. I’m completely devastated that it’s gone as I am no longer independent without it. I frequently rode this to my workplace in Boston and it’s likely someone followed me home from the city, as the policewoman I spoke to told me this is common.

    I’ve reported this theft to the police and it’s been registered as a stolen vehicle. If you see this scooter around the Boston area or spot it being sold online, please let me know as I will be able to send a detective over to claim it and arrest the scum that took what was mine.

    Got a lead? Contact me at lisadoublevee+scooter@gmail.com. Thanks.

  14. This is the standard track a lot of my old high school classmates took. It’s kind of creepy and Stepford Wives-ish.

    • Go to school at Bridgewater State College, just a couple towns away along with a bunch of other people from your high school class.
    • Graduate from said college.
    • Marry a guy you went to high school with.
    • Buy a house in your home town
    • Upgrade diamond engagement ring (ugh!)
    • Have a baby or two
    • Send baby to same kindergarten you went to.

    That’s so far. The rest will likely involve the kid following the same path and my peers just getting old.

    It’s funny because I’m not that well-travelled, but I can’t imagine staying put like that. The whole thing seems so limiting, especially in my home town. The place is suburbia and the excitement is a strip mall and putting in your Facebook profile that you live in “Boston” when you’re a good two hours out. It’s all just white people and trees.

    This does remind me I need to get out more, though.

  15. I’ve filed police reports and posted all over local scooter communities to ask people to call me if they find it.

    My heart actually feels like it’s broken. I’ve felt this pain and pressure in my chest since I found it missing. I keep catching myself hyperventilating, too.

    Ugh. This has been a really tough year.

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