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dauntlessintheend:

My twin sons were born in June 2011 after years of trying to get pregnant. I was infertile and my wife ended up carrying them. We separated 3 years later. Even though we were married in California our marriage was not recognized in our home state of North Carolina. In the beginning of our separation I got to see my sons about once a week, basically whenever my ex needed a babysitter or couldn’t pick them up from daycare. This week she emailed me and told me that “You are not permitted to pick up the boys from school and you may not communicate with them on the phone until further notice.” My world crumbled. She was asking for an exorbitant amount of child support to see them every other weekend, more than I make in 2 weeks. Extortion really. I love my boys and they love me. It had taken three teachers to pull them off of me when I dropped them off at daycare just that morning. 
What can I do? I know it is an uphill battle but there are several lawyers in my area that have experience with LGBT divorce. Mediation and a custody agreement will cost about $6,000. I need to see my children and they need me. My ex is not being cooperative and is using the children as pawns. Any help you can give me will go towards a lawyer that I found through Lambda Legal and is recommended by Southern Equality and Equality NC. 
Thank you!

This is my girlfriend’s go fund me please support in anyway you can. If you want more on the story she is allowing me to tell those who message me.

Please, the way her ex is to these boys with her is unhealthy and in no way acceptable. I hate seeing the love of my life suffer and I love her boys too.

She, my girlfriend, works as a nurse and her ex made sure that at every point to get the boys from my girlfriend’s mother’s before my girlfriend got there. This is not the first time she has done this for money and Amber is sick of it! Kids should not be treated this way.

unclefather:

cuddlemonstercas:

oneglitterorgy:

urbandictionaryfinds:

hidefjesus:

I laminated a paper towel

why does this have 31 thousand notes

You made it useless but also prevented it from the end it was predestined for.

But wait this is actually freaking me out though, it raises so many questions about the otherwise incomprehensible meaning of life as a collective whole versus personal sustenance and longevity
Imagine if one day you were given a choice: Become immortal and indestructible for eternity, unable to be harmed by anything ever again, and get to live forever.
However, in order to achieve that you must give up whatever your purpose in life is. Whatever it is that you were always meant to do, what you were supposed to contribute to the overall scheme and future of the life of the universe, your purpose… the whole reason you were even created, even born in the first place. You must give that up. You don’t know what that is. You’ll never know; But, regardless, you say yes.
Perhaps you assume you wouldn’t have made any sort of significant difference anyway. That butterfly effect theory or whatever they call it? Nah, you call bullshit. It doesn’t matter - you don’t matter, at least not to anything outside of your immediate connections - and it’ll all be fine, and you’ll just live forever with minimal (or maybe even no) consequences.
So, yay! You’re now immortal. You’ll never die or get hurt ever again. Wee!
But then, centuries and centuries later (not to mention that by this point you’ve gone through horrible heartbreak and misery and despair because every loved one you ever had, every friend you ever made, ever person you barely got to know, has passed away, died as you lived on long without them, helpless to do anything for them as you watched them perish, unable to ever go with them or ever see them again. But I digress), now, you learn you actually were important in the grand scheme of things. You were supposed to be a key factor in the world’s survival, long ago; but, because of the choice you made (immortality over individual purpose), you were never given the knowledge or awareness or resources or ability to save the world that you were always supposed to obtain, before you unknowingly made the wrongest choice to ever wrong.
Needless to say, you’ve fucked up big time.
The entire universe as we know it is destroyed soon after this horrifying revelation. It implodes, collapses in on itself, essentially forming a massive black hole or something. Stars, nebulae, galaxies, solar systems and planets, worlds and worlds of living people and things, and light-years of time and space and life, all sucked up into absolute, indefinite nothingness.
But you remain.
Just you. Floating amongst, spiraling around, rocketing through, suspended in… nothing. With a feeling of such unbelievable loneliness that your feeble brain can hardly perceive, can’t possibly hope to comprehend. Not only are you the only living thing left, you don’t even have one inanimate object to keep you company. You have literally. Nothing. And you are literally nowhere. I mean, technically, you are now the universe - if it would bring you petty comfort to think about it that way. You. Only you. With nothing, no one, nowhere. Forever. And ever. And ever.
All because you thought you didn’t matter. That you had no real, meaningful purpose. That you could never possibly make a difference.
But you did. And now look what you’ve gotten yourself into, you silly nugget. You’re gonna be pretty bored and lonely for that eternity, huh?
Or maybe it was out of selfishness. Maybe this wasn’t because you felt useless, but because you simply only cared about prolonging your own life and nothing else. Hm.
The moral here? Be selfless, and always know and remember that you matter.
Or else, one day, you might destroy the universe. And be left to suffer, and be tortured horribly and endlessly by the void of nothingness that has consumed you. With no way to escape. Ever. 
Other moral because I got sidetracked from my initial point - all things considered, would you choose longevity over purpose? Immortality over meaning? 
OR, IDK, MAYBE SOME IDIOT JUST LAMINATED A STUPID PIECE OF PAPER TOWEL FOR NO GOOD REASON
AND MAYBE I SHOULDNT BE LOOKING FOR THE ANSWERS TO THE MEANING OF OUR SHORT, FRAGILE LIVES IN
A LAMINATED
PAPER
T OW E L
IDK MAN,
I D K

Chill out its a paper towel

But what if your purpose in life was to make the choice to become invincible? What if, for whatever reason, your sole purpose in life was to become immortal, but because of everything said in the above post you make the decision to stay mortal and keep your “purpose”, therefore throwing the entire course of human life off balance.
BUT THEN AGAIN WHAT IF NONE OF THIS EVEN MATTERS AT ALL AND THERE REALLY IS NO TRUE REASON ANY OF US ARE HERE AND WE’RE TRYING TO FIND MEANING IN SOMETHING THAT HAS NO PURPOSE
IDK MAN WHAT IF

unclefather:

cuddlemonstercas:

oneglitterorgy:

urbandictionaryfinds:

hidefjesus:

I laminated a paper towel

why does this have 31 thousand notes

You made it useless but also prevented it from the end it was predestined for.

But wait this is actually freaking me out though, it raises so many questions about the otherwise incomprehensible meaning of life as a collective whole versus personal sustenance and longevity

Imagine if one day you were given a choice: Become immortal and indestructible for eternity, unable to be harmed by anything ever again, and get to live forever.

However, in order to achieve that you must give up whatever your purpose in life is. Whatever it is that you were always meant to do, what you were supposed to contribute to the overall scheme and future of the life of the universe, your purpose… the whole reason you were even created, even born in the first place. You must give that up. You don’t know what that is. You’ll never know; But, regardless, you say yes.

Perhaps you assume you wouldn’t have made any sort of significant difference anyway. That butterfly effect theory or whatever they call it? Nah, you call bullshit. It doesn’t matter - you don’t matter, at least not to anything outside of your immediate connections - and it’ll all be fine, and you’ll just live forever with minimal (or maybe even no) consequences.

So, yay! You’re now immortal. You’ll never die or get hurt ever again. Wee!

But then, centuries and centuries later (not to mention that by this point you’ve gone through horrible heartbreak and misery and despair because every loved one you ever had, every friend you ever made, ever person you barely got to know, has passed away, died as you lived on long without them, helpless to do anything for them as you watched them perish, unable to ever go with them or ever see them again. But I digress), now, you learn you actually were important in the grand scheme of things. You were supposed to be a key factor in the world’s survival, long ago; but, because of the choice you made (immortality over individual purpose), you were never given the knowledge or awareness or resources or ability to save the world that you were always supposed to obtain, before you unknowingly made the wrongest choice to ever wrong.

Needless to say, you’ve fucked up big time.

The entire universe as we know it is destroyed soon after this horrifying revelation. It implodes, collapses in on itself, essentially forming a massive black hole or something. Stars, nebulae, galaxies, solar systems and planets, worlds and worlds of living people and things, and light-years of time and space and life, all sucked up into absolute, indefinite nothingness.

But you remain.

Just you. Floating amongst, spiraling around, rocketing through, suspended in… nothing. With a feeling of such unbelievable loneliness that your feeble brain can hardly perceive, can’t possibly hope to comprehend. Not only are you the only living thing left, you don’t even have one inanimate object to keep you company. You have literally. Nothing. And you are literally nowhere. I mean, technically, you are now the universe - if it would bring you petty comfort to think about it that way. You. Only you. With nothing, no one, nowhere. Forever. And ever. And ever.

All because you thought you didn’t matter. That you had no real, meaningful purpose. That you could never possibly make a difference.

But you did. And now look what you’ve gotten yourself into, you silly nugget. You’re gonna be pretty bored and lonely for that eternity, huh?

Or maybe it was out of selfishness. Maybe this wasn’t because you felt useless, but because you simply only cared about prolonging your own life and nothing else. Hm.

The moral here? Be selfless, and always know and remember that you matter.

Or else, one day, you might destroy the universe. And be left to suffer, and be tortured horribly and endlessly by the void of nothingness that has consumed you. With no way to escape. Ever.

Other moral because I got sidetracked from my initial point - all things considered, would you choose longevity over purpose? Immortality over meaning? 

OR, IDK, MAYBE SOME IDIOT JUST LAMINATED A STUPID PIECE OF PAPER TOWEL FOR NO GOOD REASON

AND MAYBE I SHOULDNT BE LOOKING FOR THE ANSWERS TO THE MEANING OF OUR SHORT, FRAGILE LIVES IN

A LAMINATED

PAPER

T OW E L

IDK MAN,

I D K

Chill out its a paper towel

But what if your purpose in life was to make the choice to become invincible? What if, for whatever reason, your sole purpose in life was to become immortal, but because of everything said in the above post you make the decision to stay mortal and keep your “purpose”, therefore throwing the entire course of human life off balance.

BUT THEN AGAIN WHAT IF NONE OF THIS EVEN MATTERS AT ALL AND THERE REALLY IS NO TRUE REASON ANY OF US ARE HERE AND WE’RE TRYING TO FIND MEANING IN SOMETHING THAT HAS NO PURPOSE

IDK MAN WHAT IF

kstewart:

antisjwyellowfang:

Just your daily reminders:

  • Racists are a problem
  • White people are not
  • Homophobes are a problem
  • Straight people are not
  • Transphobes are a problem
  • Cis people are not
  • Sexists are a problem
  • Men are not

And most importantly,

  • Hating an innocent person solely because of their race, sexuality, or gender makes you a fucking asshole

tsundereslasher:

Chris Evans: a summary in text posts

Anonymous
One of the saddest and most hil- NO BITCH, the sad thing here is the fact that you're a stripper. If you want respect, maybe you should've graduated high school. 😂😂 when did stripping become a legitimate career?

siouxerz:

rats-in-the-walls:

deadinmagazines:

stripperina:

Awww, you tried so hard, but unfortunately I can’t hear you over the sound of my debt-free college degree and massive disposable income.

image

Oh snap

BOOOOM

BAM

clannyphantom:

stanlycoober:

the most dangerous game

(x)

clannyphantom:

stanlycoober:

the most dangerous game

(x)


It appears Ive been called out. Apologies for my tardiness. Away w the fam and off the grid. Ive made my donation and will be iced in 48hrs
— Chris Evans (@ChrisEvans) August 20, 2014

Daniel Sharman’s Ice Bucket Challenge

eyes-of-a-disney-princess:

Oh the dirty, dirty thoughts this produces. And I’m not even sorry.

eyes-of-a-disney-princess:

Oh the dirty, dirty thoughts this produces. And I’m not even sorry.

looking-4-the-upsides:

Here’s some of the best senior quotes from my school’s yearbook for this year…

Friendship: A Summary

verysharpteeth:

Bucky: Steve NO

Steve: Steve YES

Bucky: *sigh* *furious cursing* Bucky also yes

illegalaustralien:

Friend: If you had a superpower, which one would you choose?

Me:

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agentclntbrtn:

Swedish woman finds 2,000-year-old gold ring - The Local

paprikapotts:

barbaricyip:

motherfuckingnazgul:

shireen-baratheon:

#THERE ARE LITERALLY THREE MOVIES AND A HUGE-ASS BOOK EXPLAINING WHY KEEPING IT IS A BAD IDEA

"…it felt like a gift from the underworld," Lundin told The Local. "It was my magnificent ring. I didn’t want to give it up."

O_O

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megstielshipper:

mpregalecki:

gUYS IT’S NOT EVEN HIATUS WHAT ARE YOU DOING

However now that it IS Hellatus, this is entirely appropriate







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