love above all

Well, that's just, like, your opinion, man...
Good morning.

Good morning.

What I want to say in every CJOnline comments section

What I want to say in every CJOnline comments section

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thenewenlightenmentage:

First Embryonic Stem Cells Cloned From A Man’s Skin
Eighteen years ago, scientists in Scotland took the nuclear DNA from the cell of an adult sheep and put it into another sheep’s egg cell that had been emptied of its own nucleus. The resulting egg was implanted in the womb of a third sheep, and the result was Dolly, the first clone of a mammal.
Dolly’s birth set off a huge outpouring of ethical concern — along with hope that the same techniques, applied to human cells, could be used to treat myriad diseases.
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Well, this is exciting.

thenewenlightenmentage:

First Embryonic Stem Cells Cloned From A Man’s Skin

Eighteen years ago, scientists in Scotland took the nuclear DNA from the cell of an adult sheep and put it into another sheep’s egg cell that had been emptied of its own nucleus. The resulting egg was implanted in the womb of a third sheep, and the result was Dolly, the first clone of a mammal.

Dolly’s birth set off a huge outpouring of ethical concern — along with hope that the same techniques, applied to human cells, could be used to treat myriad diseases.

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Well, this is exciting.

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Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.

The Little Prince  (via lullabysounds)

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Two weeks in

The mouth sores have begun. Not too bad yet, I’m still just fine eating solid food. One good thing about having been through all this shit before is I have the benefit of knowing that they come and they go away. For the most part, this is all temporary.

I’m enjoying the view of brick buildings and blue skies from my window, sipping my coffee, listening to Pandora.

Thinking about my little family. How lucky I am to have found such a complicated, profound, and necessary love with Brandon and Jazz.

Brandon can be a real ass, and we are incredibly different people in so many ways. But he has been my rock. His strength has pulled me out of the holes I’ve dug myself into countless times, especially those deep ones that I tried to get him to walk away from. He has always refused to walk away, even when I begged him to. He still tells me I’m perfect. That he’s so proud of me for walking one of the hardest paths a mother can walk, the path away from her child. He still tells me I’m beautiful and sexy.

Balding, tubes hanging out of my chest, cancer filling my body again and again, and he has never faltered.

I guess I’m just feeling lucky today.