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twitter.com/tashaaa_x3:

    This whole moving thing is throwing me
    For a loop. But it’s so nice to finally have someone who supports me. And it’s nice to have people finally start to come around. I just wish everyone else understood that this decision was hard. It is SO freaking hard to walk away from my sister and my best friends and everything I’ve ever known to move across the country to a different state, different climate, and completely different lifestyle. Like do you know that .5% of the population in New Hampshire is African American? Like that’s it. I’m used to Vegas. Vegas is full of diversity and people from different cultures. Vegas has two seasons. Hot and it’s cooled down a bit. New Hampshire has four. And one of them is effing cold as shit. I don’t know how to survive in the snow. I’ve never ever shoveled snow. And there’s only one person who has told me that I’ll be fine. Only one person has said I can do it.

    But that’s the only person I’m listening to. That and my heart. Because I haven’t even been there yet and my heart is already in New Hampshire ❤️

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    "And how hard is it to land even a minimum-wage job? This year, the Ivy League college admissions acceptance rate was 8.9%. Last year, when Walmart opened its first store in Washington, D.C., there were more than 23,000 applications for 600 jobs, which resulted in an acceptance rate of 2.6%, making the big box store about twice as selective as Harvard and five times as choosy as Cornell. Telling unemployed people to get off their couches (or out of the cars they live in or the shelters where they sleep) and get a job makes as much sense as telling them to go study at Harvard."
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    simplypotterheads:

    But okay listen: 7 years ago today, MILLIONS. LITERALLY MILLIONS. of Potterheads from all over the world were sitting with their brand-new copies of the Deathly Hallows and taking their final journey with Harry. It’s amazing when you think of the sheer scope of it-that many people in a sense united by this one book, riding the same emotional roller coaster simultaneously. 

    Wow.

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    — 2 days ago with 13602 notes
    My Parents are Dead and My Sister is Disabled →

    congalineofdurin:

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    therealbarbielifts:

    eisforedna:

    On May 28th, my sister, Edna, turned 31.

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    Her mental age is about three years old. She loves Winnie the Pooh, Beauty & the Beast, and Sesame Street. Even though the below picture is unconvincing. 

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    Edna and “Cookie.” I think she was trying to play it cool. 

    My name is Jeanie. I’m Edna’s younger sister. I’m also her guardian and caregiver. 

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    That’s me on the left. (Hey, you never know. After a year of writing a blog about online dating - Jeanie Does the Internet - I’ve come to learn that there are A LOT of fools on the internet.) 

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    ANYWAY, I’m not “doing the internet” anymore. I’m taking care of Edna full-time, after completing my MFA in Writing for Screen & Television at USC.

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    May 16, 2014. I wanted a picture. Edna wanted breakfast.

    In case you’re wondering where our parents are, they’re dead. Our mom died of breast cancer when she was just 33. 

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    Us with mom before she died. (Obviously.)

    As for our dad, he peaced-out around the time my mom got sick. His loss - we’re awesome. 

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    Here we are being awesome at the beach. Pushing a wheelchair in the sand? Not so awesome. 

    In case you’re wondering “What’s wrong?” with my sister - as a stranger once asked me on the street  -  NOTHING. Yes, Edna has a rare form of epilepsy - Lennox-Gastaut syndrome - but I don’t know if that’s anymore “wrong” than people who don’t have manners. 

    Basically, Edna was born “normal,” and started having seizures as a baby. They eventually got so bad that they cut off the oxygen to her brain, causing her to be mentally disabled. Or impaired. Or intellectually disabled. Or whatever you want to call it - except “retarded,” because in 2010, President Obama signed Rosa’s Law into effect, replacing that word with “intellectually impaired.” 

    Which is cool and all, but services for the disabled and the people who care for them are SEVERELY LACKING. Also, there’s a bunch of people working in taxpayer-funded positions who are supposed to help families like us, but don’t. (Big surprise, I know.) They just fill out paperwork (whenever they feel like it) with asinine statements like this: 

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    YUP. I transport my sister down the stairs in her wheelchair, because that is not only safe, but TOTALLY PRACTICAL. Why doesn’t everyone in a wheelchair just take the stairs, for God’s sake? Stop being so lazy, PEOPLE WITHOUT WORKING LEGS! 

    But, as it says above, Edna’s legs do work. Whether or not she wants them to, is another story. 

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    Edna refusing to go inside. 

    These are the stairs that I have to carry her up - by myself - on a daily basis. That is, until one of my legs break and both of us are just sitting at the bottom of the stairs, helpless. 

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    For six months, I have begged - BEGGED - the State of California to help my sister, which they are required by law - The Lanterman Act specifically - to do so. But they’ve told me “these things take time” and that I “need to amend my expectations.” (That was said to me when I refused to place Edna at AN ALL-MALE CARE FACILITY. Because yes, that was an “option” that was offered to me.) 

    Prior to Edna moving in with me in my one-bedroom apartment, she was living with her amazing caregiver, Gaby, back in Tucson, where we went to high school and I did my undergrad. Edna’s reppin’ the Wildcats below. 

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    But back in November, Gaby also died from breast cancer. (FUCK YOU, BREAST CANCER!) This picture was taken a month before she died. She never even told me she was sick because she didn’t want me to worry. 

    By the way, we were raised by our grandma. Edna and her were very close.

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    She’s dead, too. Surprise.

    She died when I was 20 and Edna was 21. That’s when I became Edna’s legal guardian and Gaby stepped into the picture to help me out with Edna. 

    So, six months ago, after Gaby died, I moved Edna to California, where I tried to get the folks over at The Frank D. Lanterman Regional Center to help me. I’ve told them I’m worried about our safety - that one of us could get hurt on the stairs -  I’ve told them I can’t afford to pay the private babysitters $15/hour because the ones social services sent me who make $9/hour were unreliable (they didn’t show up on time or at all so I could get to school and work), untrustworthy (one of them let Edna go to the bathroom in the kitchen and then took her into the bathroom because “that what I thought I was supposed to do.”) 

    But the people over at the FLRC don’t return my calls, they don’t file the paperwork on time - and the first caseworker that was assigned to us actually LAUGHED AT my sister when he came to our home to evaluate her. When I reported him to his supervisor, she told me, “That’s just [insert name of said jackass].” 

    He was one of the two caseworkers that contributed to the report I mentioned above, which also included this: 

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    So let me get this straight - I have to feed, bathe, dress and help Edna in the bathroom and you can’t deduce whether or not she is able to vote? What in the fuck?!

    Now I realize I seem angry. And you can bet your balls I am. I’m also sad. Sad for those who don’t have family to stick up from them and who waste away God knows where, monitored by no one. Or monitored by people who physically and sexually assault them

    I’m also sad for the caregivers who are SO EXHAUSTED - trying to take care of their loved ones - while also trying to take care of themselves and battling a system that is supposed to help, but does nothing of the sort. And I know a lot of people give up. They let their dreams, their marriages, their friendships slide. All while trying not to resent the very person you’re doing it all for.

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    Edna wanted to sit next to me the other day while I was writing. Clearly, she’s not impressed. 

    Here’s the thing: I REFUSE TO GIVE UP. I’M NOT GIVING UP ON HER OR MYSELF. I’m going to pursue my dreams while taking care of her, AND while ensuring that the people paid to do their jobs ACTUALLY do them.

    That’s where you come in. I need you to help me get my story out there. Because I know I’m not alone in this. I want to connect with families who are in similar situations and also show people who have no idea what it’s like to care for someone with a disability (or even a loved one who is sick) that it can be rewarding. Super fucking hard. Exhausting. Painful. Isolating. But, rewarding. 

    I’m going to get help for my sister - and others. My hope is that by sharing our story, I can bring awareness to the lack of services and help for the disabled. 

    Thank you, 

    Jeanie 

    Facebook:  facebook.com/eisforedna

    Twitter: @EisforEdna 

    This made me cry

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    STOP SCROLLING. THIS PERSON ISN’T ASKING FOR MONEY AND THIS POST WON’T MAKE YOU SAD.

    This is a really uplifting and inspirational story of a family sticking by each other and making things work despite a whole lot of shit

    They just want to find other people in the same position they are, for a sense of community and to feel like they aren’t alone.

    I know out of all of you, some of you have followers who are living with and taking care of intellectually or emotionally disabled family members, and this lovely and unbreakable pair of sisters need to find them.

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    — 1 week ago with 189124 notes
    eternalsailor2chainz:

E X C U S E M E YOU ARE E LIST MOTHER FUCKER. IM # FUCKING 1 AND YOURE THROWIN SHADE AT ME??? YOU BETTER FALL THE FUCK BACK WITH YOUR DAD MUSTACHE LOOKIN LIKE YOU HAVIN A MID LIFE CRISIS WEARING SHORTS AND A SNAPBACK. EVEN BLACK MACKLEMORE OVER THERE ON THE LEFT GIVIN THAT SIDE EYE AT YOUR SHITTY OUTFIT. IRRELEVANT ASS BITCH.


How the heck do you get so much money. I can’t even buy a damn condo because I keep running out of energy so I can’t make money. The struggle is real

    eternalsailor2chainz:

    E X C U S E M E
    YOU ARE E LIST MOTHER FUCKER. IM # FUCKING 1 AND YOURE THROWIN SHADE AT ME??? YOU BETTER FALL THE FUCK BACK WITH YOUR DAD MUSTACHE LOOKIN LIKE YOU HAVIN A MID LIFE CRISIS WEARING SHORTS AND A SNAPBACK. EVEN BLACK MACKLEMORE OVER THERE ON THE LEFT GIVIN THAT SIDE EYE AT YOUR SHITTY OUTFIT. IRRELEVANT ASS BITCH.

    How the heck do you get so much money. I can’t even buy a damn condo because I keep running out of energy so I can’t make money. The struggle is real

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    jonasbrothers:

    if love is an emotion then why can’t you say “I’m love” like you would say “I’m happy” or “I’m sad”?? like u would never say “I’m in happy” or “I’m in sad” but you can be in love

    (Source: jonasbrothers)

    — 2 weeks ago with 84 notes
    holmesandtheroman:

secxndary:

okay so uhhhm, i know most of you will think this is just for attention, well it’s really not, i’m honestly so serious about this guys..
The past few months have been very tough for me & my sister, so we’ve decided to get together and do this for my mum, the texts above are my sister & my mum, my dad not long ago passed away due to severe damage to his lungs, mainly caused from smoking, yet my mum still smokes, and it brings me to tears, honest to god..
all I’m asking for is for you guys to get this to 30,000+ notes, whether that’s by reblogging or liking, it wouldn’t only help me out, it would save my mum from a lot of future problems which would mean the world to me, because she’s my world right now, I love my mum.
if you can help, then thank you. You’re basically saving a life, and making another’s happier, which is lovely, I couldn’t ask for more, I’ve always asked her to stop, and she’s always said no, this is my ONLY chance, and you can help out, please.
~also if you have time, can you please check out my blog & maybe follow.~

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    holmesandtheroman:

    secxndary:

    okay so uhhhm, i know most of you will think this is just for attention, well it’s really not, i’m honestly so serious about this guys..

    The past few months have been very tough for me & my sister, so we’ve decided to get together and do this for my mum, the texts above are my sister & my mum, my dad not long ago passed away due to severe damage to his lungs, mainly caused from smoking, yet my mum still smokes, and it brings me to tears, honest to god..

    all I’m asking for is for you guys to get this to 30,000+ notes, whether that’s by reblogging or liking, it wouldn’t only help me out, it would save my mum from a lot of future problems which would mean the world to me, because she’s my world right now, I love my mum.

    if you can help, then thank you. You’re basically saving a life, and making another’s happier, which is lovely, I couldn’t ask for more, I’ve always asked her to stop, and she’s always said no, this is my ONLY chance, and you can help out, please.

    ~also if you have time, can you please check out my blog & maybe follow.~

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    — 3 weeks ago with 30090 notes

    skoeskebloesk:

    angelskeepfalling:

    skoeskebloesk:

    how do extras in music videos get anything done instead of gaping at the artist the entire time?

    My friend Mary was an extra on a Justin bieber music video and she kept hiding his water bottles to piss him off

    Your friend mary is an inspiration to us all

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    — 3 weeks ago with 124517 notes
    fukkkres:

u lucky he holdin me back bitch 

    fukkkres:

    u lucky he holdin me back bitch 

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    — 3 weeks ago with 383603 notes

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