Amanda Leach. 20. Married happily. Trying to live justly, love kindness, and walk humbly with my God.
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See that? That’s a positive pregnancy test.
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Anniversary date time
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Our anniversary is tomorrow so my wonderful husband picked me flowers
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My pretty baby.
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boy I do wonder who of these people will turn out to be plot relevant
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Enjoying a #tea while deciding paint colors for our new house on this beautiful #spring day.
0 notes • May 5, 2013 OK, but Cersei Lannister is TERRIBLE. She is not any more or less terrible because she is a woman, she is A TERRIBLE PERSON, and I don’t know where the show is at in the series, but I assume that you know this by now and if you say that hating Cersei is mysoginist, then that’s cray.
20,012 notes • May 5, 2013 MISS.
FOR A DOLLAR.
NAME THREE WHITE PEOPLE.
There’s some seriously interesting psychology going on here.
NAME A WOMAN!!
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NAME A WOMAN!!!!!
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This video has convinced me, once and for all, that standardized tests are completely useless. Raise the level of stress enough and any question becomes impossible to answer.
72,684 notes • May 5, 2013 6,075 notes • May 5, 2013 i don’t understand why parents say ‘i’m very disappointed in you’ like i don’t care i’m very disappointed that mcdonalds doesn’t deliver but u don’t hear me complaining about it
actually in new york they deliver so whats your excuse
i live in australia and im 103% sure they don’t deliver from new york to australia so whats YOUR excuse for leaving a shitty comment on my text post
125,962 notes • May 5, 2013 125,060 notes • April 4, 2013 
(Wake me up)
Wake me up inside
(I can’t wake up)
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You sit at the restaurant with your young son, he says he is hungry. You agree to get him dinner. You open up to the kids menu, your child is far to young for adult food. Chicken nugger stares at you from the page. You don’t understand. Your palms get sweaty and your son complains. He says he is hungry. Your mind strains, searching for an answer in a world of sweer potato and french fried. You try to order the chicken nugger, but you cannot. The words cannot escape your lips. Your son is hungry, he complains. The waitress stares at you, her head a spinning chicken nugger, her arms swinging french fried. Your son cries the tears of a chicken nugger-less child. In your mind you scream. It is raining sweer potato now, you have french fried engraved on your left temple and you do not understand. Your son weeps in the corner, he is starving. Starving for the chicken nugger.
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