“For all his success in business and his well-manicured family raised on his well-manicured lawns, Romney is essentially an entitled fopdoodle who divides the world into two classes, Himself and The Help, and who is running for president because his golden life has taught him the essential lesson that there is nothing in the world he can’t charm and/or money-whip into his pocket if he really, really wants it.”—
“And this is the true measure of how far we’ve come as a nation: in like five years, the prime talking point from Republicans about people who support gay marriage has gone from ‘It will destroy society via turtle-fucking’ to ‘Oh, of COURSE you’re for it! You’ll say anything popular to get re-elected!’”—JON STEWART, on criticism by Republicans that President Obama announced his support for marriage equality simply because he wants another term in office, on The Daily Show (via inothernews)
I’ve got a hell of a cold. Painful sore throat, runny nose, fever. I came to work today anyway because it needed to be done. I’m pregnant so I can’t take more than a lozenge. I’m hurtin’.
My boss knows how sick I am. He knows I was up all night with my daughter who had a stomach flu, so I barely got any sleep. He knows my fiance is here from England, and will only be here for another 4 days.
My assistant suggested I go home. My boss ignored this suggestion. 10 minutes later he announced he was gonna “Get outta here and enjoy this sunshine!!”. Right now he’s on Facebook. In a few minutes he’ll go out to enjoy the day while my sick ass finishes the shift out.
“You are beautiful like demolition. Just the thought of you draws my knuckles white. I don’t need a god. I have you and your beautiful mouth, your hands holding onto me, the nails leaving unfelt wounds, your hot breath on my neck. The taste of your saliva. The darkness is ours. The nights belong to us. Everything we do is secret. Nothing we do will ever be understood; we will be feared and kept well away from. It will be the stuff of legend, endless discussion and limitless inspiration for the brave of heart. It’s you and me in this room, on this floor. Beyond life, beyond morality. We are gleaming animals painted in moonlit sweat glow. Our eyes turn to jewels and everything we do is an example of spontaneous perfection. I have been waiting all my life to be with you. My heart slams against my ribs when I think of the slaughtered nights I spent all over the world waiting to feel your touch. The time I annihilated while I waited like a man doing a life sentence. Now you’re here and everything we touch explodes, bursts into bloom or burns to ash. History atomizes and negates itself with our every shared breath. I need you like life needs life. I want you bad like a natural disaster. You are all I see. You are the only one I want to know.”—Henry Rollins (via callmerae)
“Don’t do anything by half. If you love someone, love them with all your soul. When you go to work, work your ass off. When you hate someone, hate them until it hurts.”—Henry Rollins (via kaleidoscopeoflove)
“It hurts to let go. Sometimes it seems the harder you try to hold on to something or someone the more it wants to get away. You feel like some kind of criminal for having felt, for having wanted. For having wanted to be wanted. It confuses you, because you think that your feelings were wrong and it makes you feel so small because it’s so hard to keep it inside when you let it out and it doesn’t come back. You’re left so alone that you can’t explain. Damn, there’s nothing like that, is there? I’ve been there and you have too. You’re nodding your head.”—Henry Rollins (via immortels)
“So congratulations, North Carolina. Last night, you struck a decisive blow for loneliness. And tonight, as you go to sleep beside your heterosexual life mate, you can rest assured that all across your great state, a gay man or lesbian woman is crying themselves to sleep in solitude and making your relationship stronger with each tear.”—
“Once a little boy sent me a charming card with a little drawing on it. I loved it. I answer all my children’s letters — sometimes very hastily — but this one I lingered over. I sent him a card and I drew a picture of a Wild Thing on it. I wrote, “Dear Jim: I loved your card.” Then I got a letter back from his mother and she said, “Jim loved your card so much he ate it.” That to me was one of the highest compliments I’ve ever received. He didn’t care that it was an original Maurice Sendak drawing or anything. He saw it, he loved it, he ate it.”—Maurice Sendak
Republicans are currently blocking the extension of lower student loan interest rates because they insist on cutting a health care fund to pay for its cost. But when it comes to the Bush tax cuts, they continue to believe that no budget offsets are necessary to pay for them.
The Hill reports: “House Republicans say they have no plans to pay for the extension of the Bush-era tax rates, a move that could erase the deficit reduction they have achieved since winning their majority in the chamber in 2010.”
In other words, Republicans intend to do exactly what they did when they passed the 2001 and 2003 tax cuts in the first place, which (along with not paying for the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan, or for Medicare prescription drug coverage) is exactly what created our budget mess in the first place.
Welcome, again, to the GOP War on Budgeting. You really couldn’t ask for clearer evidence that Republicans are not only wholly uninterested in reducing federal budget deficits, but even oppose the whole notion of considering individual spending and taxing decisions in the context of an overall budget.
All I wanted was to raise children with a decent person. A person that, even if I couldn’t stay in love with him, or him in love with me, that I would still be able to say I respected as a father. I’d still be able to send my kids to stay with him and know they were safe, and being fulfilled and adored. I didn’t have children with him because I thought he was my soulmate and I knew we’d last forever, because I don’t know that that exists. At the very least, I know that that is unbearably rare. I loved him, and I wanted children, and I felt he was a good person. I had children with him because although I didn’t know that he’d always be with me, and I didn’t know I’d grow old with him, I thought those things might happen, I hoped for them, but most of all I just knew he’d always be a good dad.
Nothing will jade you faster than really feeling like you know something, or someone, and then having the rug pulled out from under you. Good luck trusting anything ever again once that happens. “Never say never” is a terrible motto to have when it comes to love.
It’s been almost 2 years since I thought my ex-husband was a decent person, or a decent father. I can’t describe to you how sad that makes me. Even after the divorce I remember telling people what a great dad he was… then one day it just changed. He just stopped putting them first. Then they weren’t even second, or third. I’m not sure where they lie for him anymore. It brings tears to my eyes to see the man he’s become.
I wish I could tell him all this, but it’s been venom between us for so long now that I don’t think he’d even listen. I don’t think he’d believe it. I don’t think he’d stop to recognize that it’s not venom, its the last tiny drops of the caring and respect that I have for him leeching themselves from me. It’s my last hopeless grasps at a ghost of the man my children used to know.
“For the first eight years of our marriage, [Michelle and I] were paying more in student loans than what we were paying for our mortgage. So we know what this is about.
And we were lucky to land good jobs with a steady income. But we only finished paying off our student loans—check this out, all right, I’m the President of the United States—we only finished paying off our student loans about eight years ago.”—