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Stuffed mushrooms w chorizo. Goats cheese & pine nuts for my vegetarians #foodcoma #jojazm
PSA for the #preggo creeps: if you’re gonna hustle your snapchat sleaze, how bout you avoid the women already on their way to hospital? Brain in your pants is too slow. I can assure you #JerryHall wasn’t thinking about sex in this #breastfeeding photo #40weeks #pregnant #blocked
Waiting. #39weeks #pregnant ##selfie #nofilter

38 weeks pregnant: labor

Yesterday my hips ached & I was so tired I opened the dishwasher directly into my navel & dragged a horizontal bruise line across myself.
Plug went today. Some came out chunky a couple of weeks ago but I thought it was a UTI.
It feels like I have terrible period cramps that spread inside my thighs.
I can’t sleep.
My other half is exhausted from doing 5am shifts on sets (he begins his commute at 3:15am) and he insists he can’t sleep without me in bed :) Love this man.
As much as I want to get up & rearrange our apartment and pack the hospital bag I’ve procrastinated about…he’s right. Time to sleep. I hope this doesn’t begin with lots of pain before dawn.

@yvesisalive.
humansofnewyork:

“Those are my parents. They’ve been married 55 years. They met when my dad was visiting Mexico as a young man. He saw my mom at a party, but he couldn’t speak a word of Spanish, so they just sort of looked at each other and giggled. Everything was very formal back then, so he asked a mutual friend to obtain permission for him to contact her. My mom gave my dad her address, and when he went back to America, he would write her a letter every few days. He’d write the entire letter in English, and then get a Spanish dictionary and translate it word by word. My mom says the letters barely made sense. But after he’d written many letters, he went back to Mexico and they went on their first date. There were adult chaperones and everything, they didn’t even kiss or touch. It was all very formal. And after a few dates, they decided to marry. Her family thought she was crazy to marry this weird American who kept writing the letters. But she said she knew he was the one. Get this—- just two years ago, we were all visiting Italy. And I busted the two of them making out in a corner. I snapped a photo. Dad’s got Mom pinned up against a wall and he’s macking her hard.”

"Thanks. It has pockets!"

- every girl ever responding to a compliment on a skirt/dress that has pockets (via nbronten)

(Source: captainmarvel)

abstractelements:

louis mendes, brooklyn 2014

I photographed Mr Mendes on foot in 1999! Thanks for posting this, I never caught his name.

Forget all the words
That let you break my heart
Forget that I’m the person
Tearing you apart

i wish i could go to afropunk to see her but i’m having a baby instead *sigh*

"They call us now.
Before they drop the bombs.
The phone rings
and someone who knows my first name
calls and says in perfect Arabic
“This is David.”
And in my stupor of sonic booms and glass shattering symphonies
still smashing around in my head
I think “Do I know any Davids in Gaza?”
They call us now to say
Run.
You have 58 seconds from the end of this message.
Your house is next.
They think of it as some kind of
war time courtesy.
It doesn’t matter that
there is nowhere to run to.
It means nothing that the borders are closed
and your papers are worthless
and mark you only for a life sentence
in this prison by the sea
and the alleyways are narrow
and there are more human lives
packed one against the other
more than any other place on earth
Just run.
We aren’t trying to kill you.
It doesn’t matter that
you can’t call us back to tell us
the people we claim to want aren’t in your house
that there’s no one here
except you and your children
who were cheering for Argentina
sharing the last loaf of bread for this week
counting candles left in case the power goes out.
It doesn’t matter that you have children.
You live in the wrong place
and now is your chance to run
to nowhere.
It doesn’t matter
that 58 seconds isn’t long enough
to find your wedding album
or your son’s favorite blanket
or your daughter’s almost completed college application
or your shoes
or to gather everyone in the house.
It doesn’t matter what you had planned.
It doesn’t matter who you are
Prove you’re human.
Prove you stand on two legs.
Run."

- Running Orders. By Lena Khalaf Tuffaha (via two-browngirls)
dayofmajor:

🙈 sometimes that 2nd line is one of the same… But that’s none of my bussssinessss lol😂😂😂 Anyways , they forgot to add but the strong survive while the others play themselves out.😏👏-maj

The strong take a lot of work. It’s really tough to fight a constant battle against the non-committal idea of "…but what if I started something (new) with blablabla?" in sidechick saturated life. Or sideguy. Add layers of social media access to the cake accordingly.
All previous frogs kissed can go suck all the hot air they want over their flaky sidebits. How’m I feeling? Still pregnant. Good morning.

Pregnancy stuff no one tells you

At 34 weeks nipples can leak colostrum overnight. I wake up in the morning with trails of what looks like “sleep” from my eyes stuck to my biceps -_-

#highline #nyc #portrait by @yvesisalive