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That scene where Rory finds the photo booth pictures of her parents from high school and then tucks them into jacket. 

I can’t speak universally, but I think that scene is definitely one of those things that children of teenaged parents can relate to. I have a grand total of 4 photos of my parents together—they weren’t exactly high school sweethearts—and I treasure them. You look for answers, and wish you could time-travel to that exact moment, so you can watch them be happy from on the sidelines.

My mom never had any of the photos of her and my dad, none of those that exist of the three of us. My dad had them. And he gave them to me, and one of them sits on my nightstand.

the thing about Gilmore Girls

I think I was partially raised by Lorelai. I am much more her daughter than I am my mother’s. 

we have a moment—because that’s what it is, was, just a moment—and i return to the conduit of dreams: the music that we shared and exchanged and smiled to ourselves and each other about, in order to move past the moment and not splash about in it until the undertow comes rushing back and overwhelms me with the weight of those dreams and that moment and i’m dragged out to thrash about in a misery i can’t share with or explain to anyone. 


Men disappoint me.

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He Was Raised By A White Mom And Didn't Think The Cops Were Out To Get Him. Until They Got Him.



I heard his story on NPR. His mom raised him to “not see color” etc. And the cops beat  the hell out of him when they pulled him over. It took seeing him in jail beaten half to death for her to see that race matters every day.

"I thought that love would conquer all and skin color really didn’t matter. I had to learn the really hard way when they almost killed you."



Truth bomb.

Jesus and THIS.


Eating disorders aren’t always about starving, binging or purging. Having an eating disorder can mean to be terrified of the calories in an Apple one day, eating uncontrollable the next day. It’s not clear, it’s a continuing battle to eat or not to eat, it’s a constant battle with food.


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See also: why I have purple hair.
Crimes Against the English Language as Perpetuated by MBAs


Public Information Statement in Response to the Shooting Death of Michael Brown

I can’t bring myself to watch the tributes to Robin Williams. It’s all too much to take in.


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Roughly the color(s) of my hair right now.
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