10:26 p.m.
Me: Can you make me pancakes?
Ian: Now? Fuck all that noise! Now, where did you put my chocolate syrup. Wheeeerrreeee?? I want ice cream.
This concludes drunk snacking theater.
Chaos is not just a theory around here.
Hi, I'm Megan Morris. This tumblr is mainly an aggregation of my posts from various places, plus a smattering of other random things. Occasionally, though more often than usual lately, I'll post thoughts here that I don't post anywhere else.
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And if you couldn't tell, I'm kind of obsessed with the X-Files
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Taylor Swift
Sorry, Taylor Swift did not define the 90s. Nor should she ever be included in anything from a tumblog called The Real 1990s. Just, yuck.
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Oh, god forbid she’s interested in dinosaurs instead of dolls! And has—gasp!—short hair!!
STFU, Life & Syle.
Dear Life & Style:
Fuck you in every way possible.
Shiloh can act however she wants. Short hair is cute on girls. And dinosaurs are awesome.
I highly doubt Brad Pitt is wringing his hands over his daughter acting awesome.
Wow that is some hardcore gender binary reinforcing. There are going to be a lot of pearls clutched at the supermarket checkout line.
“Dolls to dinosaurs!? HEAVENS!”
-Joe
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a thousand times over she saved me
She was born into a warzone
burned out and bombs dropped daily
but she never complained
when we stepped over shrapnel to play in the dirt and leaves
i held onto her when the missiles came in
they blew past my ears
scratching the surface and burying themselves at my feet
turning to bruises i smoothed behind my ears like locks of hair
we walked like soldiers on eggshells
cautious at all the wrong times, we never got it right
she grabbed my neck and i sang her to sleep
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Wouldn’t it be, though, that your right to *drink* a beer as an exercise of your 1st Amendment rights is protected, but not necessarily your right to *buy* it? Since in order to buy something someone else has to sell it, right?
Although, again, we have other laws that dictate what age you have to be to buy a beer. So saying buying a beer is protected by the 1st Amendment would mean that anyone, regardless of age because the 1st Amendment applies to anyone in this country, should be able to buy one, which we know is not legal.
Not sure if the 1st Amendment protects merchants’ rights to sell, either. And also, what about the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco and Fire Arms? Do they trump the 1st Amendment?
brb, getting lost down a rabbit hole of semantics and legality…
Isn’t it though? I mean, the 21st amendment pretty much ensures you the right to buy a beer.
-Joe
Love Maddow, just sayin’
(Source: commie-pinko-liberal)
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Last night I found myself involved in a discussion where we tried to decide if the act of becoming a parent is narcissistic or selfish. Not as a knock to those who are parents; it began as a discussion of my own desire (or lack thereof, if that old friend still exists) to procreate.
Eventually, I decided it’s both. It’s narcissistic because it’s believing we’re bringing something into the world that the world needs. And because we think we can do it better than others. Than our parents. That we need to leave a legacy. And it’s selfish because if we shrug off the narcissist label, all that’s left is “Because I want to.”
But then, you could argue, isn’t that the crux of human nature? Aren’t we just living out our humanity, one more cell division at a time?
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How did all these people get their cats on leashes, and to behave? If I even think about taking one of my cats outside they freak the hell out. I tried putting a leash on King Boo one time and he jumped up in the air, did some kind of Houdini move, and got out of his collar and leash and ran back to the house.
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OK, this is freaky.
Sorry this is basically a sony ad, but the results ACTUALLY freaked me out.
I’m sure there are a ton of these around, but this was the first I’ve seen.
Stare at the red dot on her nose for 30 seconds.
Look at the ceiling and blink really quickly.
WHAT THE FUCK BRAIN!?!?!?!
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"As we mark the 39th anniversary of Roe v. Wade, we must remember that this Supreme Court decision not only protects a woman’s health and reproductive freedom, but also affirms a broader principle: that government should not intrude on private family matters. I remain committed to protecting a woman’s right to choose and this fundamental constitutional right. While this is a sensitive and often divisive issue—no matter what our views, we must stay united in our determination to prevent unintended pregnancies, support pregnant woman and mothers, reduce the need for abortion, encourage healthy relationships, and promote adoption. And as we remember this historic anniversary, we must also continue our efforts to ensure that our daughters have the same rights, freedoms, and opportunities as our sons to fulfill their dreams."
— President Obama’s statement on the 39th anniversary of Roe v. Wade (via barackobama)(Source: theamericanprospect)
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Ugh
Woke up at 2 am to a loud, violent-looking storm. The weather channel app tells me there’s a tornado watch and a severe storm nearby, but local news channels are just showing infomercials and Jimmy Fallon.
Lightning just struck outside my house. I hope my router isn’t fried again.
Ok, whoa. That’s hail. I just tried to get Ian into the downstairs bathroom but he’s passed out drunk on the couch. And the cats have barricaded themselves under the bed. Looks like I’m riding this one out alone.
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"If you’re not careful, the newspapers will have you hating the people who are being oppressed, and loving the people who are doing the oppressing. They’ll have you believing that you are just like them, that you are not being oppressed when if fact you are, that they earned their wealth honestly, that they view the world the same way you do, and that you too should attain to become them."
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I am still waiting for the people to look like flowers, though
I have been reading Bukowski again. It’s very fitting for the doldrums of winter, although I don’t particularly feel very doldrummy this winter. It’s probably the weather, as it’s been mild and so has my mood.
But, the Bukowski. There is no better way to feel sad, nostalgic, a bit rancorous and then all at once, hopeful!—because one day I will be old and have finally earned this bitterness—than to read Bukowski. It’s a carnival of emotions, all tiny hands and tricky prizes, but somehow you feel fulfilled at the end. Like you’ve just shared a moment in the midst of a sea of people but you’re the only one aware.
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I can’t wait until he really gets going
The only thing keeping me from burying my head in the Facebook sand this election season is my very intelligent, well-spoken (and outspoken), formerly-Republican-turned-liberal uncle. The man is a gem.
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