It’s like coming home after a long trip. That’s what love is like. It’s like coming home.Piper Chapman - What is love? (via impetrate)
So I’ve been in a relationship for two years (on June 25th) with the most amazing man. And while he inspires me, lifts me up, and lets me fall, he also pisses me off, disappoints me, and makes me want to throw my arms up in the air in frustration. And this used to bother me, because, what’s love if not holding hands, making out in a car, and laughing until you cry? What I’ve found out is that it’s a whole lot more. It seems that love is:
The easiest thing in the world
Derek gets me. He really does. He’s let me cry on his shoulders through the hardest days of my life and rejoice with him on days where the sun doesn’t seem like it’ll ever stop gracing the earth with its rays. He knows what makes me tick and I would trust him with my life. He’s my best friend in the entire world, he bring me endless joy, and he’s my rock in times of turbulent water. But, love is also:
The hardest thing in the world
Sometimes, he gets me a little too much. He knows how to push my buttons and knows how to retaliate when I upset him. He’s headstrong and I’m headstrong, we’re both stubborn assholes, and he talks too much and I talk too little. He doesn’t like dogs much and I don’t like a few of his stupid sports teams. We aren’t your TV sitcom couple that always makes up at the end of the day. We fight, and sometimes I’m bitter for days. He makes me cry and I make him want to hit things. But you know what..
I love that guy. He’s flawed and I’m flawed and I think that’s pretty okay. Love isn’t always sunshine and rainbows. It’s knowing someone intimately (which involves a whole lot of bad AND good) and choosing to stay with them day in and day out anyway because you know that your love can weather the rough seas of disappointment and anger, knowing that the clouds will always part. I’d go to bat for him no matter what kind of curve ball the pitcher of life throws at us. And you know what? I’d pick him over a man who loved dogs as much as I do any day.
I got the itch to blog again. I thought about starting a new blog, but instead, I came back to this one. It’s a little embarrassing that this website linked to my name has seen my late middle school drama and early high school moods, but I thought I’d keep it for nostalgic reasons.
But let’s be honest… who’s going to scroll back through the 4,415 posts I’ve made between the years of 2008-2012 (please don’t, I’ll die).
I haven’t been on tumblr in a few years. It’s still the exact same. How comforting.
(Rebloggable version of this reply, per request.)
Well, here’s the deal, anon. The Salvation Army is an evangelical Christian group, and they impose those beliefs on the people that they employ and the communities they serve. Here are a few examples:
They are so opposed to LGBT rights that they have lobbied multiple times for exemptions from Federal and Local anti-discrimination laws, and threatened to withdraw their services.
They refused to provide shelter to a homeless gay couple, unless they broke up and renounced their homosexuality.
They refused to provide a transgender woman with shelter that was congruent with her gender presentation, instead insisting she house with men. She chose instead to sleep on the sidewalk and died from the cold.
Speaking of gender, there was also this charming incident where one of their hostels refused to open the door for a 17-year-old victim who had just been brutally raped (or even call the police for her) because that particular hostel had a strict “men only” policy.
Children who can’t prove their immigration status are turned away.
The organization also disposes of any Harry Potter or Twilight related donations (rather than giving them to other charities), because they claim the toys are “incompatible with the charity’s Christian beliefs”.
During the Bush Administration (thanks to ‘faith-based initiatives’) they fired about 20 long-time employees (Jewish, Muslim, Hindu and Gay), simply for refusing to sign the organization’s statement of Christian belief.
So, that—in a nutshell—is what’s wrong with it.
Winter is coming… and so are their buckets. Remember this when they’re bothering you for change.