🍂Jen🍂

Dear Santa, I want this for Christmas🎅🏼

AOC just detonated the House floor: 🔥🔥 “Eight senators are giving themselves over $1 million each while robbing Americans of food assistance and healthcare. How is this even on the floor? How can Congress enrich itself by stealing from the American people?” This is the truth of the shutdown deal, millions lose care so senators can cash out.

It's not a hoax. These are some of the Epstein survivors. They’re holding a major press conference in D.C. on Tuesday at 9am with @RoKhanna and others. Please share this.

Nobody comes close to MJ!

@HandsomeRandall Living here not far from Notre Dame, I HATE them. Lol

Notre Dame came out flat. Offense can't get anything going. Defense played undisciplined. They might have the lead, but Boston College is poised to pull off the upset.

@HandsomeRandall I definitely projectile vomited at the TV.

Dodgers win the World Series. They celebrate in LA. Meanwhile, everyone everywhere else vomits.

My own dogs Hank and Chance had very hard lives on the streets. They’ve put on their fresh bandanas to wish you all a lovely weekend. Their advice is to be kind to each other and have a little treat for yourself ❤️

I try to tweet about my daughter, Charlotte, so she doesn't get forgotten. She died on the 24th February 2016, almost nine years ago. She was diagnosed with brain cancer on the day of her prom. 'Fortunately', as she quipped, she had no plans. 'We've found something on the brain,' they said, a 'tumour'. That day, in July 2013, our lives would change forever. Suddenly, we had a file with a glossary of terms to do with cancer and treatment. Words we’d never heard of, such as 'anaplastic astrocytoma', soon rolled off our tongues. Similarly, I became accustomed to naming, by heart, every one of the fifty pills that Charlotte had to take daily. In September 2013, we nearly lost her. However, Charlotte, ever stoic, endured the thirty-two days of radiotherapy that was required to keep her illness at bay. She felt tired and she felt sick. Last year I received a diagnosis of breast cancer, I had five days of radiotherapy. Mine was localised to my chest; Charlotte's was localised to her brain. She left those sessions tired, battered and bruised, but onwards she went. 2014 was a ‘good year.' Good, of course, only by the standards of not knowing how long one's daughter might be around. Charlotte was stable and it seemed as though her condition, as life threatening as it was, might be managed, as countless other chronic conditions are, by the occasional visit to the hospital. 2014 was the year that Charlotte became herself. For almost her entire life at school Charlotte was plagued by Generalised Anxiety Disorder. This affliction, which had prevented her from getting the bus on her own, was dwarfed by the immediacy of the situation she found herself in; there were, as they say, "bigger fish to fry." And fry them she did. Charlotte wanted to tell the world what it was like to live with a brain tumour. Her YouTube channel did this. From its start, in 2014, to her final appearance, in 2016, Charlotte displayed her courage and stoicism with the utmost candidness and positivity. We have tried our best to continue this by uploading updates regarding Charlotte's BAG, and the work that we do, to Charlotte's channel. 2015 was the worst year. It was the year that all optimism for the future and we held it dearly fell apart. It was the year that Charlotte's grade three anaplastic astrocytoma mutated into the deadly and incurable glioblastoma. Despite this, Charlotte continued to document her journey. When she filmed her final video, she could not speak I spoke for her. It was for World Cancer Day and, as Charlotte suffered to get her words across, she wanted everyone to know that she was still there, suffering but fighting. ‘When I die, you can take it down. No one will ever be interested in a girl with a brain tumour.' Charlotte's last words in regards to the future of her YouTube channel. Fortunately, we didn’t we couldn’t. Charlotte left a legacy for all of us to learn and to watch. She showed the life and the fate of a sufferer of one of the most underfunded types of cancer, brain cancer. She never stood a chance. Glioblastoma is a terminal grade four cancer there is no cure. Watching my daughter deteriorate in her final weeks was nothing other than horrendous. Yet, there are ways to fight this: We at Charlotte's BAG believe that all money should go to world-changing and life-altering research. The big difference with our charity is simple: We self-fund everything. No salaries No overheads No advertising No merchandise We even cover PayPal & PO Box fees ourselves That means 100% of every donation goes directly to research at Charlotte’s Lab, King’s College Hospital, London, a lab named in her memory. RT thank you charlottesbag.org youtube.com/watch?v=bh5ssw…

I Found A Stick!

Tomorrow is the 3rd anniversary of my daughter’s death. Tory was our ray of sunshine & truly one of the kindest souls. She was our smiley person who filled our life with colour & here I share some of her colour. Please light a candle or spare a thought for her. Please RT #grief

@shitscaredmum I am lucky and blessed.

@BatBird9 It's a gorgeous city and a beautiful state - how lovely to come from there x

Chicago is a truly wonderful city with lovely, friendly people, great food & wide open spaces. The marathon took us through different neighbourhoods, all equally supportive of the runners - offering oranges, sweets & shots of tequila! 1/2

@shitscaredmum Safe travels home!!

@shitscaredmum I'm so glad you had such a great time in Chicago. I was born and raised in Illinois and love that beautiful city. So much love to you, Gracie and beautiful angel Laura!! 💗🌈

Cats that love their owners

Which one is your favorite?👻🐱

Dog Dance Friday!

@NiallHarbison Again, for Big Mac (Excuse me reposting again but his happy BARK is everything.) Big Mac shortly after his arrival. Video from Nov 21, 2024.

@NiallHarbison It's a beautiful thing. 🥰

Bob was a little wary and distant of his sister Nala at first. After a life on the streets with Angelina protecting him (he’s a bit of a softie at heart) he has to make his own way now. His mum sent me these photos. He had been observing his sister for the last few days inching closer. Today he finally made the move to inch closer for comfort. His parents above him at the table. Unbelievable scenes ❤️

@bsw5020 The beautiful power couple!!🥰

It’s Friday, I’m in love. (Throwback to 2015)