FINALLY, I can link my Facebook account to my Tumblr account so all my friends and family can see what I do online all day!
No one, ever. (via scoldylox)
Literally had this exact thought yesterday. Like, why do we internet so much?
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2 months! Wow, I AM a slut. :D
Sarcasm for the wiiiin!
I actually love this. I actually share the lifestyle choice of the “asker” stacymicheleee21. I’m choosing not to have sex until marriage, and I do treat it as a really sacred thing. But damn. Why, when we feel a lifestyle choice is best for us, do we always feel the need to tell everyone else they’re wrong? I thought about this today, actually. Often, we meet people who we don’t agree with their lifestyle choices. They make different choices than us, okay. And a lot of the time, I’m quick to be like, “Jeez, they’re so fucked up.” I checked myself on that, though. Because A.) It’s none of my business what choices they make, since maybe those choices are what gives them true joy and happiness, while they don’t give me those things and B.) I make a lot of choices that a lot of people would probably say the same mean things about (and they do).
The question is not,”Can someone lead a good life without Christianity?” The question is, “Can I?”
I think this goes for everything. Focus on your damned selves, people. And then learn to love those around you, wherever they’re at, whatever decisions they’re making, as God loves them. Like they’re absolutely, freaking perfect, and totally 100% forgiven for everything they’ve ever done “wrong”. And quit making up the rules for “wrong” when really, that’s not our right.
One thing we can do is remember these heroes as you remember them—not just as a rank, or a number, or a name on a headstone, but as Americans, often far too young, who were guided by a deep and abiding love for their families, for each other, and for this country.
We can remember Jay Aubin, the pilot, who met his wife on an aircraft carrier, and told his mother before shipping out, ‘If anything happens to me, just know I’m doing what I love.’
We can remember Ryan Beaupre, the former track star, running the leadoff leg, always the first one into action, who quit his job as an accountant and joined the Marines because he wanted to do something more meaningful with his life.
We can remember Brian Kennedy, the rock climber and lacrosse fanatic, who told his father two days before his helicopter went down that the Marines he served alongside were some of the best men he’d ever dealt with, and they’d be his friends forever.
We can remember Kendall Waters-Bey, a proud father, a proud son of Baltimore, who was described by a fellow servicemember as ‘a light in a very dark world.’
And we can remember David Hickman, a freshman in high school when the war began, a fitness fanatic who half-jokingly called himself ‘Zeus,’ a loyal friend with an infectious laugh.
We can remember them. And we can meet our obligations to those who did come home, and their families who are in the midst of a different, but very real battle of their own.
President Obama at Arlington Cemetery today (via barackobama)
Yum. (Taken with Instagram at Groton Long Point)
Sup boating season. (Taken with Instagram at Groton Long Point)
Everybody knows where I want to go
Hundreds of countries; haven’t ever felt home.
Everybody knows who I want to be
Thousands of strangers still haunting me.
I wanna be yours.
I’m sorry for singing about love,
I’m sorry for singing about love again.
But everything else
Feels foreign.
