The best
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A toast to a life
Today was the first day in which I woke up to a world without my father. He passed away yesterday at the age of 57.
My dad was not a man who would want us to live in sorrow at his passing, but to celebrate his life with a pint in hand. In grieving, we’re not crying for the one we’ve lost, but for ourselves. I know I’ll miss my dad forever, every day, but I also know he would hate for us to cry too long, to stop living because he’s no longer beside us.
I don’t think it’s a secret that I am a bit of a daddy’s girl. He gave me so much to idolize and aspire to in my life. My dad taught me to live every day, to *really* live. When I was stressed, he would tell me life was too short for worries. When I failed, he would tell me he was proud of me for trying and encourage me to try again. My dad lived his life to enjoy it with those he loved.
My dad also taught me everything about love. He and my mom have a love that the rest of us can aspire to, the kind we all hope to find. The were so in love after 33 years of marriage that they held hands and kissed publicly. They would gross their children out when he would playfully slap her butt, embarrass them with their almost constant displays of affection. But I also remember my dad bringing my mom flowers for no reason, just to show her he was still crazy about her and thinking about her every day.
Their love for each other taught me so much. My dad brought me flowers every Valentine’s Day as well, because he wanted me to know that I was loved so very much too, and that I should have high expectations for how men treat me. Mom and Dad’s love for each other taught me to never settle for anything but the best, that love is important, resilient, and unconditional. And he always made sure to impress upon me that I deserved the best kind of true love, because I was his little girl.
So when I remember Dad, and when you remember him too, please remember the way he lived every day, with joy, with compassion, with understanding, with forgiveness, with LOVE and with LIFE. Raise a glass and toast to man that didn’t live long enough, but made the most of the short time he had.
Dad, I will miss you every day. Thank you for your love and for being my daddy for the past 26 years. I promise to live every day as you would want me to: by moving forward day by day and by loving my family and friends with all of my heart.
Don’t watch this if you’re soaked in gasoline because it will warm your heart and you will burn to death and die.
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One failed attempt at a shoe bomb and we all have to take off our shoes at the airport. Thirty one school shootings since Columbine and no change in the regulation of guns.
—John Oliver (via azspot)
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wrathofprawn:for those not in the know, night witches were russian lady bombers who bombed the shit out of german lines in WW2. Thing is though, they had the oldest, noisiest, crappest planes in the entire world. The engines used to conk out halfway through their missions, so they had to climb out on the wings mid flight to restart the props. the planes were also so noisy that to stop germans from hearing them combing and starting up their anti aircraft guns, they’d climb up to a certain height, coast down to german positions, drop their bombs, restart their engines in midair, and get the fuck out of dodge.
their leader flew over 200 missions and was never captured.
how the fuck is this not taught in every single history class ever
Holy fuck
They deserve their name
You go ladies.
i need this shirt
Mee toooo
Wanttt
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Being away and traveling is obviously the best part of my job.
But when there’s a family emergency it’s also the worst.
Helpless in Kentucky.
Resources for Male Survivors
[tw: sexual assault, rape]
I posted last week asking people if they knew of some good resources for male victims of sexual assault. Here is the list people came up with:
Thanks everyone!
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