I Want My Daughters To Know That They Can Grow Up To Pursue Any Career I Force Them Into

My daughters are my pride and joy. I have been blessed with four beautiful girls, each of them immensely smart and talented, and as their father, the only thing I want for them is to be happy and successful. That’s why I want my daughters to know that when they grow up, they are free to pursue absolutely any career I force them into.

The world is changing, and women are at the forefront of that revolution. Fifty years ago, women were largely discouraged from being doctors and lawyers, but now the options for what career I can force on my daughters are wide open. I want my girls in jobs that will make them happy, and I’m willing to do whatever it takes to railroad the lights of my life into those careers. My Jessica is in fifth grade, and I am actively encouraging her to explore every subject that fascinates her before I shuttle her off to medical school. Courtney has always been a bit of a free spirit, so I’ve already let her know that she can be any kind of geneticist she wants to be. Sophie’s math scores aren’t great, so she’s going to be a lawyer. For my girls, the only limits are the ones they set for themselves, plus the ones I set for them.

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anonymous asked:

wait, wait, FUCKING wait. Mitch, you're online right now? i dont think i've ever been online at the same time as you, that GMT/UK time. but seriously, keep the fuck up with everything you do, the poetry, writing, songs, snapchats. fucking all of it. everything helps so much, and if you dont answer this, i hope you atleast read it, and know amonst other people, you really are making a difference in this world

dang go the heck to sleep bud!! but thanks for saying all that stuff. sometimes i get stuck in this “what the heck am i doing with my life” mind state and its hard to break out of it. idk, life is weird. i cut off all my hair last night. i hope you’re doing well over there across the whole ocean

Never Again

Fandom: Harry Potter (Marauders)

Word count: 2218

Characters: Sirius x reader, James x sister!reader, Peter, Remus, Lily

Warnings: Reader getting drunk andd  doing silly stuff, pining.

Summary: James’ twin sister does not deal well with what she thinks are unrequited feelings for Sirius.

“Okay. I am so glad that term is over,” you announced, shoving your trunk into the luggage rack and then slumping into the seat opposite Sirius. “Honestly, it felt like the professors didn’t want us to get any sleep this month.”

“Well, if you didn’t leave all your essays to the last minute…” Remus suggested. You scowled at him.

“I like to have fun with my life, Remus. Unlike you.”

Sirius dipped his head, sniggering. You grinned triumphantly. “Speaking of, James and I are having a party a few days before New Year. You two are coming, of course.”

“Really? I didn’t know about this.” James, your twin brother, eyed you warily as he took the seat next to you. “Do our parents know?”

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anonymous asked:

100% I'm a post op transgendered man. I've literally DROPPED the transgendered title. For one part I've always wanted to be a cisgendered man. And two, because I do not at all want to be connected to tumblr trans. I recently cut contact with one because she was complaining about being a trans man, but then turns around and calls herself a lesbian? THE OPPOSITE OF WHAT I NEED IN MY LIFE. People constantly ask me "why not just be a butch lesbian?" Please just stop it all.

I am so sorry. I hope these transtrenders see this, and the other heartbreaking messages i’ve been sent, and realize that they are doing damage. They are hurting actual trans people.

What really confuses me about societies opinions on drugs, is the contradiction behind our opinion on alcohol in comparison to marijuana. How can we collectively consider alcohol a safe and acceptable substance, while seeing maryj as harmful and concequental? I can’t even IMAGINE what the emergency room at all hospitals look like on the weekends.. With all the drunk idiots in there for various reasons.. Would bet my life on it that there wouldn’t be anyone there for maryj though. Maybe its just Australia still, but I am so sick of this negative stigma behind such an amazing drug, when alcohol has been proven scientifically and socially, time and time again to be a dangerous substance. Did y'all know alcohol is a depressant?? Yeah. While you’re all out getting fucked up on the weekend, there’s some people out there with depression, or early stages of it. What do you think alcohol does to a depressed mind? All I know is that alcohol isn’t as innocent as everyone makes it out to be, and if you’re still sitting there thinking its not that bad - do some proper fucking research. Just because something’s legal, doesn’t mean its good, and just because something is illegal, doesn’t make it bad.


Oh? I am awake again? 
This is me, I think-
I’m not sure;
It’s hard to tell from under this corpse.

I think I was always wretched & lonely
I was a shaman or witch in a past life
It cost me my past life
(It’s costing me this one too)

Sometimes I miss the subterranean darkness
I want to become fertilizer
I still don’t brush my teeth
They are yellow & full of worms

My mind is trembling with a nervous lethargy,
This young nymph wishes for cerebral atrophy

Soon I may, shrivel in the sun
I am tender, despite what people say

I am red like a martyr,
But for what I bleed, I do not know
What’s yours is yours, & what’s mine is also yours;
Trust me, I don’t want it

Judas Iscariot
Judas Is A Carrot
Vitamin C Helps U C
Ecce Monstrum! I am everything and nothing at once.

If only I could exist within the blackness of Malevich’s Square
But Paul will always be Saul,
& my shadows will always have shadows.
Vestigial & dormant,
Like an itch under cuticles

I am growing newer, fresher flesh.
Will I finally become a cicada?
I hope not, I far prefer mantises

Small rant

It really grinds my fucking gears when I get judged, or sent threats, all because I ship Wincest. I get shit like “it’s gross” or “its abusive”. I admit, incest is quite taboo. Possibly the biggest taboo in most of the United States. I personally am not into it, and I ship Wincest without shame bc I don’t see them as brothers. I see them as two individuals that have gone their entire life taking care of each other and no matter what they do, they always end up with each other.

My argument here is that there are things “better” and ships “worse” than wincest. You wanna talk abusive? How about Samifer and Sabriel? Lucifer fucked up Sam. Messed him up so bad that he was hallucinating Lucifer. It took a glass shard to the palm and Dean’s support to get him out of that hole. And Gabriel. Gabe made Sam watch his brother die over, and over, and over again for shits and giggles. Who tf does that? “But he helped the boys with Lucifer” Yeah. But that shouldn’t mask all the shit he’s done. If you guys don’t see any of that as abusive, holy fuck. Why?

I, as a wincest fan, have not hated anyone for their ship. But when a certain (I will not name) shipbase attacks me for no reason bc I’m a “pedophile” or shit like that, then I have a problem, and just someone mentioning that they ship said pairing, I immediately bunch them in with the bad eggs to protect myself. Yeah, it’s a shitty thing. But I’ve had to deal with shitty people.

Attacking certain members of the cast bc they’re incredibly uncomfortable with your ship, and have EXPLICITLY STATED that it makes them uncomfortable, is uncalled for. Youre not better than them, and you don’t have the right to harass anyone bc of your blind entitlement complex. Please grow up. Or else the show could potentially be hurt or negatively affected heavily.

So go ahead. Send me hate. Tell me I’m “gross” and a “pedophile”. I won’t retaliate. I know who I am. And I’m a proud Wincest shipper. ♡

anonymous asked:

Hey r u in college cause I fucking am and am depressed as fuck I love having no friends and eating every meal alone in my fucking room jdgshaja

I’m not in college…I should be but since i have no idea what i want to do with my life i didn’t know in which college to go so I spend most of my days asleep and being empty/depressed idk…what a great life……I hope it will be better for you soon..x

His lean body was sprawled out on the grass, his head propped up on his hand and elbow. The wind tousled his hair, causing one strand to stand tall and stick out amongst the others. His eyes stayed on me, growing soft and wistful.
“What are you thinking about?” I asked as his steady gaze became too much.
“Some people live their entire life without having much good in it. Others live their whole life never falling in love. And yet here I am, experiencing both with you. What did I do to deserve such good fortune?” His eyes stayed on me but grew distant as his mind continued to wonder.
I stayed silent, my mind spinning. Did he mean what he said? Maybe he just meant he loves spending time with me. I continued to try and analyze his second sentence when my thoughts were interrupted by his laugh.
Not an oh-that-was-a-good-joke type of laugh. Nor a this-is-awkward kind of laugh. No, this was the laugh that escapes from the deepest parts of your soul. The one that comes out only when your entire mind and body means it. The kind that you share around those you love.
“I can see the gears in your head spinning,” he said, grinning. My face reddened, not appreciating at the current moment how he was always able to read my mind.
“Oh,” was all I managed.
“You know I do, right?” he asked, his smile being replaced by him biting his lower lip, a nervous tick of his.
“Do what?” I let out, my heart now racing as fast as the horses in the Kentucky Derby.
“Love you.” His gaze fell as he became fascinated with a piece of grass, trying to work up the nerve to look me in the eyes again.
“Oh?” I said once more, losing my entire vocabulary except that one, small word.
His eyes shifted up to meet mine as he leaned over to kiss my cheek. A chill crept up my spine as his lips moved towards my ear and he whispered, “I love you.”
And it was in that moment that I knew:
There was no escaping a future with the man before me.
I thought back to what he said earlier that set this all in motion and I realized he was right: we were the lucky ones.
And so I vowed, on April 3rd of 2014, to never take that–or him–for granted.
But you know what they say.
Some vows are meant to be broken.

On missing a SEA->DTW flight

A month ago I booked a flight to Ann Arbor. Today I missed the flight. 

What happened? 

I took a shower, started packing too late, missed my bus/train to the airport. Uber took much longer than expected, SEA-TAC security check took 40 minutes, my bags were inspected. Before leaving Seattle I was filled with indecisiveness on when to leave, on what to bring. 

Am I okay?

That’s a good question. The past 1.5 months of transitioning into Seattle/full-time work/software engineering/church hopping has been the most difficult experience of my life and still is. My life is very much a mess - I can’t even do simple things like update people on my life or let people know I’m visiting AA. 

How am I responding?

God’s perfect plans are beyond understanding, but I can say with confidence that he meant for this to happen. UW starts school today; if I am called to invest in college students / college ministries certainly I ought to be present. I desperately long to see people in AA, for prayers and encouragement, but perhaps I’m called to something greater right now. 

Jesus’ grace is sufficient for me. Therefore I will rejoice despite my misfortune and weakness. 

It is my eager expectation and hope that I will not be at all ashamed, but that with full courage now as always Christ will be honored in my body, whether by life or by death - Philippians 1:20

Anything else?

I know I should grow in sharing my life with people. I want to start videochat/calling/messaging you! (help me out pls)

Prayer requests: patience (things are slow/frustrating here) and maturity (communicate with people as a way to grow in love). I told almost no one I was coming, sorry!

I’m actually visiting Ann Arbor October 19-25; hope to see you!

This time last year, I sat at a desk, miserable, updating spreadsheets 40 hours a week. I was constantly anxious and depressed, had terrible back pain, and pushed away everyone I cared about. I hated my life and it showed.
Today I woke up and got ready for my new job at BareMinerals. I only started last week, and I’m only a sales associate, but I can already tell this is what I was meant to do. Makeup has always been a passion of mine, and now I get paid to dive into my passion. I leave every day wanting to call my mom and gush to her about how happy I am. I’ve never felt that way with a job before. The universe has crazy ways of working everything out and I’m so thankful that it brought me this opportunity. I can’t wait to see where it’ll take me. http://ift.tt/2duB4Rb

anonymous asked:

Ok so I got a problem, my friends are tired of me talking about 5sos and humiliated me in a group chat with my other friends. They were saying stuff like how they don't care about my thoughts or my fandom and it sucks cause they know this band basically saved my life. idk what should i do and am i wrong in feeling pissed at them?

Get new friends, that’s awful 

This man … He makes me so fucking happy and proud and he makes me live my life like I want to. He reminds me with everything he does that I only live once and should do what I really fucking want to do.

Damn, I am so FUCKING LUCKY to be alive while he is.

Is it okay to be afraid of change?

Like, especially with something you’ve so long held close that when it’s taken in a sense, is it alright to be scared of what’s to come or what will happen?

I like being carefree in this aspect, but of somewhat recent events, I…really am deathly afraid of change.

I don’t like my life planned out, I don’t like being told what’s right and wrong in the eyes of others.

But I’m so scared of what will happen in the future to myself and the people around me, I really can’t figure out a thing.

If you asked me at 12 what I wanted to do, I’d say inventor. If you asked me at 15, I’d say architect. Ask me now? I don’t know.

And I hate that.

I like being in charge of my own destiny, of what I’ll accomplish and who I’ll be. But I’ve been raised in such a sheltered environment with so much change around me, I want to cling onto what I know and keep it. And not let it slip away like everything else.

I just wish I didn’t have to be so scared of changes. I never like change, but I like change when I make change? If that makes any sense.

I don’t like change that’s out of my hands.

But that’s the thing that confuses me about what I’m going through right now.

Like, I’ve had intrusive thoughts about myself, self doubt, worry, stress, etc.

And yet, I feel like nothing might be wrong with me and I’m having some sort of phase.


And annoying.

I just want…I…

I don’t know what i want.

anonymous asked:

mia im pretty sure i have bpd and its been getting very bad lately, my moods have been switching multiple times a day i will go from wanting to hurt myself to feeling ashamed i ever felt that way. i have been flip flopping constantly and i am so exhausted. i am planning on going to therapy but its expensive and my mom doesnt know if she can pay for it and insurance doesnt cover it but i know i desperately need it. what coping methods can i do until i can get therapy ?

Distraction is the best thing I guess, I’ve been lucky enough to be in therapy ever since I was 13 so I never really had to put up with it all by myself and don’t really know any coping methods apart from the ones my therapists told me. Distract yourself with things you enjoy, focus on the good in your life, surround yourself with friends and people you love, go out a lot, eat well, treat yourself for reaching even the smallest goals. Be kind to yourself, pamper yourself, always remember that you need to be good to yourself to get better. I’m sorry you’re going through this :(