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Friday night!!! No sleep… Spaceship lego time!!!


The Washington Post’s graphic comparing casualties in the Gaza war.


"This Aspiring Astronaut Might Be The World’s Most Amazing Teen" via Linda Poon

Move over, Zack Brown. When Gideon Gidori was 7, he knew he wanted to go into space. Now, the 15-year-old is using potato salad to fund his dream of becoming Tanzania’s first astronaut.

– Alexander

Image via Kickstarter

This need to happens!!! 


it’s that time of year again


it’s that time of year again

(Fonte: noslowsongs)




IT HAPPENED AGAIN.. this time i wasnt even mad lmao im used to it.. #Wow #SheThinkImStealingPart2


I love this movement

Look at this post racial society we live in today

The plot twist: She is in love for the guy, but she is too shy to say anything and thinks when she is not beautiful enough for he.





Holy mother of god.


(Fonte: copano)


Peter Quill, Star-Lord - 'Guardians of the Galaxy'

I really hope he has be the Han Solo of this generation… and this is a good thing.

Click here to support Help me take my mom to see Wicked. by Sabrina Alexis Dominguez 


Hey everyone, if you could just stop and please read this for a moment. 

"This woman shown here is my momma, Estel Dominguez. She has done so much for me (and my brother) for the past 17/18 years of my life. I could not see a world without her. 

Lately, we have been very tight on money here at home. My father and mother have been stressing out about what to give up and what to keep. They try their best to always show a smile so we don’t realize how serious our problem really is. My parents don’t want us (My brother and I) to stress out about if we will eat dinner tonight or have hot water for a shower. I have been helping out all I can. I breaks my heart to see my mom worry so much. My mom is the most giving, funny, and kind hearted woman I know. She is not only my mom but everyone elses mom too. If you are in need of a helping hand she will take you under her wing without even thinking twice and she will try and help you anyway she can. My momma has always supported me in everything I do.
Recently I graduated highschool and from family members I received some money for school. (not nearly as much as my goal price, anyways-) I wanted to try and save some so I could try and take my mom to see WICKED at the Pantages theater in LA. Unfortunately I couldn’t really save up for it. I spent all my money on school supplies and food (helping to feed the family) and despite my efforts to try and find a job, I haven’t heard anything back which means I have no income so I can’t help much with bills let alone help save up to take my deserving mom to go see WICKED. I know my mom really wants to take me. I know it hurts her that she can’t. She always says,
   ”One day I’ll take you. We will both go see WICKED. I just- I don’t have the money right now. But one day we will go see it. “ 

So today (7/16/14) I thought, I ought to be the one taking her. I don’t want her to wait for me to be in it to go see it. 
We are slowly getting back on our feet and I think my mom really deserves a break. I want her to get dressed up and enjoy herself. 
Oh and did I mention? She is constantly working from 3:00AM-12:30 PM, she doesnt sleep much. She comes home and sleeps, as she should. My mom is such a hard worker. Could you please donate to this cause so I could take my mom to see WICKED. 

Thank you for your time, and Thank you for reading this all. 

-Sabrina Dominguez. 
It is okay if you guys can’t donate, I understand. You can still help me take my mom to go see WICKED by reblogging this post and even tagging it as a signal boost. I appreciate all that you all do. If you do donate, thank you so so much. You’re helping make a very hard working, selfless woman happy. 


twitter doodle-comic inspired by the new Zelda trailer


My Parents are Dead and My Sister is Disabled 



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


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. 


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. 


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.) 


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.


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. 


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. 


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: 


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. 


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. 


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. 


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.


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: 


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.


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, 



Twitter: @EisforEdna 


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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