Pluto In The 1st House (Natal):

Gregory Peck as Joe Bradley Roman Holiday, 1953 Dir. William Wyler

Guilty.

637. Slytherins that are thought to be great in all the work that they do but are actually really lazy so they just try to find the easiest/fastest/most efficient way to achieve their goals without having to put extra effort. This makes them seem very smart and at the same time they don’t need to work that hard, thus killing two birds with one stone

submitted by chizexion

“I became a mother without ever having sex.  I was sixteen.  My sister was older than me, and she was living a reckless life.  By the time we found out she was pregnant, she was already three months along.  And the baby was born premature, so there was no time to prepare.  My sister went back to the street life, and everything fell on me.  I became the mother.  I was feeding him, changing his diapers, waking up in the middle of the night.  My mother helped at first, but soon she had a stroke and lost all movement on her right side.  The doctor told us she wouldn’t be able to care for a child.  So she signed Aidan over to me, right there in the hospital.  I was only eighteen years old.  I was taking care of my mom.  I was taking care of my son.  I kept it all very private.  I didn’t tell my tennis coach why I had to quit the team.  I didn’t tell my friends why I couldn’t take vacations, or go to parties, or go to college.  I didn’t want the stigma.  I started working four jobs.  I pushed all my own feelings to the back of my mind just to make sure my son was OK.   I couldn’t even grieve when my mom passed away.  I had to think about him.  I had to make sure he was fine.  Since then it’s been the two of us.  Aidan and I grew up together.  He’s a great kid.  He’s so respectful.  I get stopped all the time in our building.  Complete strangers tell me how much they love him.  He holds the door for people.  He helps people carry their groceries.  He’s focused.  He’s a go-getter. He gives one hundred percent, just like his mom.  When there’s something that has to be done, he gets it done.”   #quarantinestories

😂

Bernadette Peters really said, “F@$k, there goes my torn meniscus, but I’m wearing the heels!” (march 2024)

Bernadette Peters at Marina del Rey

comes off unemotional, is super emotional: CAPRICORN, Taurus, SCORPIO

comes off unemotional, is emotional: VIRGO, Aquarius

comes off emotional, is emotional: Leo, PISCES, Aries, SAGITTARIUS

comes off super emotional, is not emotional: CANCER

comes off unemotional, is unemotional: GEMINI

Someone on here said Bernadette would not be at the Tony’s this year and I’m curious as to why.

“I was the product of an affair.  My father had sex with my mother once, and she hadn’t even told him about the pregnancy.  So he never knew I existed.  I was an only child.  I was desperate to connect with my identity.  But I had no way of finding him because my mother remembered his name incorrectly.  It wasn’t until I became an adult that I was finally able to track him down.  The first time we met, he sat in a chair, pulled out a cigar, and said: ‘I was expecting you to be a boy.’  It turns out that he’d had a son while he was in college, and he’d given that child up for adoption.  Somewhere out there, I had a brother.  I grabbed a napkin and wrote down all the information my father could remember.  But it wasn’t enough.  I couldn’t locate my brother.  Soon I got busy with my family and my mind moved on to other things.  Then two years ago I was on Ancestry.com, and I got a ping.  It wasn’t like: ‘Oh, here’s your brother.’  But it was a match of some sort.  And I’m really good at investigating that stuff, so I found him on Facebook and sent him a message.  After we confirmed things with a DNA test, Eric and I hit the ground running.  We call each other ‘brother’ and ‘sister.’  We’ve visited each other’s families.  We look alike.  We think alike.  I’ve shared my poetry with him.  He shares his music with me.  We’re both divorced, and middle-aged, and experiencing similar things.  So there’s so much to talk about.  We have these text conversations that last all morning.  I’m not that same teenage girl anymore—desperate for connection.  I don’t have a void that I’m trying to fill.  But he’s just been such a nice addition to my life.  I love having a brother.” #quarantinestories