Dallas Green last night in Thunder Bay (via ezraesque)
I totally agree, you just have to feel and you will remember that
I want to jump into water that blue.
Productivity maybe, but I am really content with not making my bed in the mornings. The question becomes does the happiness of getting into a made bed outweigh the bliss of not making a bed? No, it’ll inevitably get made when I wash the sheets, which should be often. THIS is a bigger issue!
Reasons I make a bed:
1. Someone is coming over. I sometimes like to appear to be put together.
2. Tidying as procrastination (Or writing about tidying as procrastination! And this is where self realization sends me back to essay writing instead of rambling on about beds. Thanks for nothing, “Useful Tips On Making Your Home A Happier Place To Live.”)
Gisella Perl was forced to work as a doctor in Auschwitz concentration camp during the holocaust.
She was ordered to report ever pregnant women do the physician Dr. Josef Mengele, who would then use the women for cruel experiments (e.g. vivisections) before killing them.
She saved hundreds of women by performing abortions on them before their pregnancy was discovered, without having access to basic medical supplies. She became known as the “Angel of Auschwitz”.
After being rescued from Bergen-Belsen concentration camp she tried to commit suicide, but survived, recovered and kept working as a gynecologist, delivering more than 3000 babies.
I want to nail this to the forehead of every anti-abortionist who uses the word “Holocaust” when talking about legal abortions.
How could anyone not love Jay Baruchel?!
A spider on my pjs when I come back to my apartment is not only terrifying but incredibly debilitating when I have laundry to do. You might have claimed my pjs, spider, but it probably wasn’t worth the price you ultimately paid. RIP, spider, may you be the only spider I ever encounter here.