dancing-along:

disharmonious:

bornamutant:

join an awesome online community that is not Tumblr! come on, live a little

So I’m part of this amazing forum called SheroesCentral and we want more members.  If you like books, fantasy, science fiction, politics, feminism, arts & crafts, cooking, and/or hanging out with the coolest people on the internet (ahem), YOU SHOULD TOTALLY JOIN!!  I’m looking at you, followers.  We’re primarily women, but there are a few dudes among us and we would be super-pumped to get more.  We have a shitload of queer members, too.  No creeps, no trolls, no assholes.  Just an awesome, supportive, active forum with a bunch of excellent people on it who want MOAR FRENDZ.

JOIN US…

Co-sign. Check it out, guys!

Guys, really, I love this site. I’ve been a part of it for ages and it is the best, most supportive community I’ve found. 

Biting the bullet and reblogging this even though a large part of me is like “MINE ALL MINE” — but I’m trying to be a grownup and it’s Christmas so YAY SHARING. Sheroes has been my online home for nine and a half years. These people are some of the best I have ever known. So…yeah, feel free to come on and join. We love new people and have a great time talking about books, current events, crafting, our lives…and supporting each other through thick and thin. Aww I have a few tears in my eyes from how much I love Sheroes…

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Okay.

My family is fine and has power.

I am stuck indefinitely in Indiana.

Spending my morning reading updates and trying not to panic.

Holy shit.

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it was frightening, it was confusing, it was horrifyingthey came to my home. 

it was frightening, it was confusing, it was horrifying
they came to my home

(via unicorn-madness)

inothernews:

The twin towers of World Trade Center, poking through the clouds in the spring of 2001.
(Photo: Katie Day Weisberger via the New York Times)

my home.

inothernews:

The twin towers of World Trade Center, poking through the clouds in the spring of 2001.

(Photo: Katie Day Weisberger via the New York Times)

my home.