Um. I genuinely like this song!
Let me be clear. I am infatuated with Ryan Gosling. Can’t deny it. Won’t deny it. Not ashamed. But even if it weren’t his dulcet tones and beautiful face, I would still dig this, so that’s saying a lot.
You have a bit of...no...just..there..yep. Got it.
Pointing and laughing is my way of saying, 'I appreciate what you're bringing to the table'.
Seems like everytime someone talks to me these days, I end up with this face. *sigh*
Get ready
Worst case scenario - poo and fan meet.
Best case scenario - (see above minus me).
#Gosnell
I’m spending a lot of energy trying not to be enraged; not to hate this man; not to wish I could inflict the same violence on him that he has inflicted on innocent children and desperate mothers; to be Christian; to be true to God’s word of mercy and forgiveness. But if I am not enraged then I feel helpless. If I’m not enraged, I don’t feel like I care enough. Mostly, if I’m not enraged, I will have to be sad. I will have to cry incessantly. And I can’t do that either. Because tears don’t change a thing. Sadness will not change a thing. So I talk and blog and reblog and tweet and retweet and post, post, post. Because that’s how I communicate now. That’s how I make my opinions known.
I am still enraged and I am still sad, but I don’t wish harm on Kermit Gosnell. He has done evil things but we have all done evil in our lives and a sin is a sin is a sin. And God’s presence in my life will no longer allow me to hate, even in moments when I truly wish I could. Even when I’m sure that a person deserves it. Because that’s not my job. It’s not my call. My job is to keep forgiving and to keep asking for forgiveness. Sometimes I don’t like it. Sometimes the burden feels too heavy, but always, my job is to love.
tw for medical abuse, abortion, violence
One woman, for example, was left lying in place for hours after Gosnell tore her cervix and colon while trying, unsuccessfully, to extract the fetus. Relatives who came to pick her up were refused entry into the building; they had to threaten to call the police. They eventually found her inside, bleeding and incoherent, and transported her to the hospital, where doctors had to remove almost half a foot of her intestines.
On another occasion, Gosnell simply sent a patient home […] without telling [her] that she still had fetal parts inside her. Gosnell insisted she was fine, even after signs of serious infection set in over the next several days. […]
A nineteen-year-old girl was held for several hours after Gosnell punctured her uterus. As a result of the delay, she fell into shock from blood loss, and had to undergo a hysterectomy.
One patient went into convulsions during an abortion, fell off the procedure table, and hit her head on the floor. Gosnell wouldn’t call an ambulance, and wouldn’t let the woman’s companion leave the building so that he could call an ambulance.
[…]
(from page 2) His emergency exit was padlocked shut.
from page 6 of the grand jury report on Kermit Gosnell. (via boldaswellas-strong)
“But, but… abortion must be legal so we won’t have backalley abortions anymore.”
(via crusadermaximus)(via tenthousandangels)
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Look it up. It’s literally a horror story.
10am
I have a meeting with my manager tomorrow. She wants to discuss my career options. The word ‘potential’ was bandied around (yuk) and apparently it would be a good idea to work more closely with her and the senior team.
I cannot think of anything worse.
It’s not just because I’m a notorious underachiever, but because I can see that she’s working an angle that I don’t like. She knows that one of our seniors is looking to leave asap so she’s looking , not for a suitable, qualified replacement, but a ‘malleable’ replacement. What she doesn’t know is that A) I don’t play well with others and B) I am not a Yes-Man.
What she also doesn’t know is that I’m barely good at the job I’m doing now because it’s not interesting. To me or, I would imagine, anyone else. The financial services industry is something I fell into after uni because all the jobs that would hire a graduate in Creative Arts was in Sydney.
There are too many people in Sydney. There are some people in Sydney that I love and love dearly. But they are very very few.
So anyway, I’m tying to figure out how I’m gonna politely decline any offers of advancement, and slip back under the radar. Why is it that when you’re quiet, people think there’s something wrong or that you’re hiding a big secret? I mean, there IS something wrong (actually, a lot) and I AM hiding a big secret (secrets - plural, and none of them are mine) but that’s beside the point.
Sometimes I think I’d rather work in a factory. But factory workers lose their jobs all the time. Or their limbs.
It’s all just a little bit of history repeating
Some people have real problems.
Some people have other people’s real problems.
I’m gonna write a song now
If you could call me now and we could work it out - would you?
If you could fix us both and I told you how - would you?
If I could light your dark and cast the shadows out
Would you want me to do it? Would you want me around?
If it wasn’t 3am would I be thinking about you now?
And the truth is
The truth is we just don’t care
And the truth is
The cold truth is that we just don’t dare
And the truth is
The truth is just another door
Coz we wanted all of this, but we’ve done all this before
If I drive by your house, would I catch you looking out your window?
If you’re driving by mine, you’d be on your way to someplace else.
If we meet in the street, would we both turn the other way
United in intention but divided in every other way.
And the truth is
The truth is - simple.
The truth is
The truth is that it wasn’t really love.
And the truth is
The truth is that the world won’t shatter
Coz we never needed proof so the truth, the truth don’t matter.
Haven’t done that in a while. It’s not 3 am, it’s actually 2.38am but it’s daylight savings so it would actually be 3.38am. I don’t think I will ever get that right lol.
Anyways so there you have it. An impromptu songwrite. I’m basically jamming solo in my head right now. Crazy. I can’t even play an instrument and I’ve been writing songs since high school. What I’m gon do wid em. Nothing lol. This? Lol.
#music
Yo have you heard the new NICK Minaj??
