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Took a 4 1/2 hour nap, went grocery shopping, and cleaned up the kitchen.

That counts as productivity, right? Now to go back to sleep for 4 more hours. #4amwakeupcall

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Some friends of mine are expecting a baby and recently decided to start verbally documenting their experiences. In this, they talk about how they found out she was pregnant. It’s probably the cutest thing I’ve ever heard. I love their dynamic and how they play off each other to tell the story.

If you have 10 minutes, give it a listen. You won’t regret it.

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SO STOKED to open on my day to sleep in. Yeah.

SO STOKED to open on my day to sleep in. Yeah.

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Always be kinder than you feel.

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I had a wonderful weekend. I’m desperately wishing I got more than an hour and a half of sleep last night… and that I could get more than 5 hours tonight. Oh well, c’est la vie. 

Every husband conversation, ridiculous friend birthday & bar shenanigans, and wonderful quality family time made this weekend wonderful and special. &There’s a light at the end of this long distance tunnel, and I can see the other side with more clarity than ever before.

My lack of sleep is making me cranky tonight, but I can’t let that override all the fun and goodness this weekend brought. 

with that, I am headed to bed.

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Look around your college classroom, spot the virgins.

See, this seems like a game until you skip over the girl with a short skirt and hair in front of her eyes because you heard last summer that she slept with like nineteen guys. You can’t see her hands, but they’re under the table, pulling a rosary through her fingers as she tries to wash the sin off her. She’s only ever kissed three people in her whole life and they’re all girls. She turned down the wrong guy and he told everyone she’s “a whore.” The label “slut” stuck to the bottom of her shoe and swallowed her up.

But that quiet girl who is always reading probably never touched someone else’s penis, you figure, because you don’t know that she goes home and strips down and pulls on tight black leather, you don’t know she’s got a set of whips that could make any set of knees quiver, you don’t know because she’s proud of what she does but she’s not stupid enough to let anyone know about it. She’s sexy, just not here, not where people judge.

See, the truth is: you have no idea who has lost their virginity, because it doesn’t change you. It doesn’t give you some kind of glow or superpower or stamp on your forehead. You know the feeling of waking up on your birthday and thinking “I don’t feel any older whatsoever”? That’s what maybe they’re all so afraid of you finding out: sex doesn’t change you. Sex doesn’t make you an animal, sex doesn’t suddenly make your relationship a million times more stable or intimate or romantic - it can’t fix what’s broken, although it can make the pain go away for a bit. Sex doesn’t really occur with eighty tea lights and a thick white rug. Sex is ugly and loud and frequently awkward, sex is excellent and breathtaking and when you wake up the next morning, you’re the exact same person. There’s not some magical connection with the person in bed beside you. Believe it or not, pregnancy isn’t some kind of punishment - but practice safe sex, get tested, don’t spread your germs around. They want to tell you, “Sex can ruin you” and I’ve heard that a lot as a little girl, that some boy would join me under my sheets and then dump me four days after, used, unhappy.

But I figured out that I’m not a fucking toy. Letting someone have sex with me is not letting them “use” me, because I’m not an object. My father said the issue lay in the fact “Men are insecure and need to know that they’re the best you ever had,” but I think that’s a steaming crock of absolute-wrong and if I didn’t tell the people I’m with how many others I’d slept beside, there would be literally no way for them to know my number, because I don’t rust, I don’t wear out, I don’t get bruised. I’m not a wilting fruit, I don’t go rotten.

But here’s the thing: some people connect sex and emotion. I don’t personally because I am probably secretly an ice storm in disguise, but I still respect my partner’s desires. If they’re the type to want love and sex to coincide, I let them. I don’t make fun, I don’t pull one-night-stands or friends-with-benefits, because it’s not their “reputation” I’m afraid for: it’s their heart I’m defending.

Here’s the thing: Instead of worrying about people’s “purity” and how it defines them as a person, worry instead about how you can protect other people’s emotions.

Because here’s the thing: look around your room and spot the virgins. Look harder. You can’t tell. Sex doesn’t alter people, it doesn’t make them act in a certain way nor dress in a certain manner. Sex and personality have nothing to do with each other. There’s a reason that virginity doesn’t show on someone’s face: because having sex doesn’t cause you to change.

"I lost my virginity to a boy I didn’t even love…" /// r.i.d (via i-blame-reagan)

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I wanna steal the puppy!

I wanna steal the puppy!

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#tbt #fbf #whateverdayitis
{9 1/2 years ago}
So thankful for the boy that came to my softball games and hung out with me every morning before school. My first boyfriend, my first kiss, my first “I love you.” And now we’ve survived a deployment and made it through our first year of marriage. Only 33 more days til we can put the army and four years of long distance behind us, head off to ITALY for a long-delayed honeymoon, and then settle down in our little bungalow with our puppies to begin the next phase of our life TOGETHER. We’re so close. #TeamNicholls

#tbt #fbf #whateverdayitis
{9 1/2 years ago}
So thankful for the boy that came to my softball games and hung out with me every morning before school. My first boyfriend, my first kiss, my first “I love you.” And now we’ve survived a deployment and made it through our first year of marriage. Only 33 more days til we can put the army and four years of long distance behind us, head off to ITALY for a long-delayed honeymoon, and then settle down in our little bungalow with our puppies to begin the next phase of our life TOGETHER. We’re so close. #TeamNicholls

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Sister pictures from Rachel’s 18th Birthday

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abbyischarming:

This was just a dumb morning doodle

abbyischarming:

This was just a dumb morning doodle

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My baby sister turned 18 today!

My baby sister turned 18 today!

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The more colors you wear on a run, the better. Right?

The more colors you wear on a run, the better. Right?

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wars are dumb.

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