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Maxime teaching the kittens how to walk xD

Maxime teaching the kittens how to walk xD

Kittens!!

I’m going to start turning my recurring memories/nightmares into narratives. Its moderately therapeutic in that I feel slightly more validated in doing so and less like a crazed animal in constant panic. Here goes,

My mom and I were getting ready to visit my grandparents, we had just moved out to the dairy with Joe, and she was eager to look as though we were doing well.

“I don’t want you to look all fucked up when we go over there, or they’ll never let it rest…” she said with accusation as she yanked a brush through my thick hair, ” here, stop moving around.” I sat quietly, in pain. It felt like each strand on my head was being plucked out by the root. I kneeled in front of the glasstop coffee table, my mom sitting on the couch behind me, her legs on either side of me- I was trapped. yank, yank, yank. The women in my family had a penchant for tight, perfect ponytails. To this day it is not something I can sympathize with or rationalize. ” Ouch!” I shuffled around uncomfortably, pins and needles shot up my legs, which I had been sitting on for quite some time. My mom unapologetically smacked me over the head with the brush, ” STOP!!” I tightly gripped the coffee table, wincing. She seemed to have forgotten last night, when she shattered the top of the table in some sort of tweaker rage. Closing my eyes, i focused my thoughts on the moment I’d be hopping out of the truck, running into my Papa’s arms. I sat silent and still, as she pulled my hair into a high ponytail and wrapped it with a large scrunchie ( hey, it was the 90s) “There.” She beamed, ” now you look like my kid.” What she said was true. She prided herself on how similar to herself she could make me look. We wore matching cut off shorts and black t shirts today. She stood up, lit a menthol cigarette, and grabbed her purse. “Come on, Halo, lets go visit Grandma and Papa!” As I stood up, the pain in my legs became less tingly and more excruciating. Tiny sharp pains shot through my legs- especially my knees. ” Aw, fuck!” My mom cried out with disgust. I looked down to see that my legs were covered in blood. I wasn’t surprised. I stood, staring down in a daze as she picked me up and dragged me out to the front yard. ” You’re bleeding all over the goddamned place! Why the fuck didn’t you say anything?!” I shrugged and grasped my left shoulder tightly, which had the familiar sting of absent- minded cigarette burn. I said nothing and stood outside- watching my mom run in panicked circles. An odd blend of disgust and pity filled my stomach. I kneeled down near a patch of dandelions, plucked a few from the dirt and stuffed them greedily in to my mouth. Maybe I was just hungry.

all the voices in my head are assholes.

religion > women?

Women have officially been kicked out of the contraception debate:

“As the hearing is not about reproductive rights and contraception but instead about the Administration’s actions as they relate to freedom of religion and conscience, he believes that Ms. Fluke is not an appropriate witness.” -CA Representative Darrell Issa

If you take birth control, the decisions made by this ass will effect you!

blow the whistle on Issa!

contact him directly