no matter how strong i get, trying on two pairs of pants in a changing room will drain me of energy immediately. i could drink a gallon of coffee after sleeping for 12 hours and training for ten weeks. i was leaning against the wall of a changing room today in my underwear like, “i can’t, i can’t do it. i paced my day all wrong, i forgot to average in putting on the clothes i came in with. the phantom pants change. i only had the energy for two, but the whole time i was the third. it was me.”
Mini golf, skeeball, and Galaga. Today was a good day. 👾❤
I dunno who’s worse, the people obsessed with fitting in or the people obsessed with being different.
as long as you don’t care about anything ever at any time, you’re okay
Why do we have an abortion rate 20% higher than France’s (and more than twice as high as Germany’s), especially considering most doctors here won’t perform them? The answer is any country that has universal health care, where contraception is free, where child care is free or inexpensive, where there is less poverty because people don’t become bankrupt over medical bills — those societies are simply going to have fewer unplanned and unwanted pregnancies.
And there the mask gets pulled off the Bart Stupaks and the “Christians.” If the statistics show that countries with government-provided universal health care and nearly-free abortions are, in fact, the countries with the fewest abortions, then why on earth wouldn’t the Right be the first in line to support universal health care?
Because it isn’t about “universal health care.” It’s about controlling women, period. It’s about sticking your nose in other people’s business. It’s about pushing your religious beliefs on everyone else because voices in your head tell you your Jesus is The One — even though your Jesus never said one single solitary word in any of the four gospels of the Bible about abortion or fertilized eggs being human. You’ve just gone and made it up about “life beginning at conception.” Jesus never said that. The little voice in your head said that, the same little voice that wants your grubby paws on women’s uteruses. You need help. Please get some help and leave the rest of us alone, Mr. Stupak and friends. —
Michael Moore: My Congressman, Bart Stupak, Has Neither a Uterus Nor a Brain (via veruca-assault)
I wish I could reblog this 1,000 times.
Dropping by CSULB to get grad stuff. I miss this campus. The cherry blossoms are blooming! 🎓😌🌸 (at California State University, Long Beach (CSULB))