Story: You Should be so Fucking Lucky to Have My Eggs, You Ungrateful Swines!
Yes, I may have a long family history of cancer (breast, melanoma, and lung), stroke, high blood pressure, high cholesterol, alcoholism, depression, anxiety, PCOS, eating disorders, Autism, and ADHD. Okay, you've got me there. But I'm tall.
And, no offense, but beggars can't be choosers. You said you wanted eggs, I've got eggs, so you can go be a Picky Patricia somewhere else.
I should probably learn to handle rejection a little better. I guess I just had this whole montage in my mind set to "Slipping Through my Fingers" by ABBA. IVF costs a ridiculous amount of money, so my egg would get a pony on it's birthday, use "summer" as a verb, and have it's private life exposed on a vicious blog about Upper East Side teens. But apparently my eggs just aren't good enough, huh?
So I guess it's back to blood, plasma, and contract killing.
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My sister, who does not have a tumblr account and instead leeches off of mine, drew something on my iPad and wanted to share with the other good omens fans
She said if this hits a certain amount of notes they’ll make a tumblr account
Edit: it hit the certain amount, she’s @cultconstel
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“Love and Dream” by Ismail Shammout
His wife, Tamam Al-Akhal, fellow Palestinian artist said, “Before we got married, he asked me how I would feel if ‘we become two wings of the same bird and call it Palestine’ We could fly across the world to show what truly happened.”
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