*Intense eye-fucking*
I don’t always ship slash, but when I do, OMG MERTHUR.
(Source: merthurscreencaps)
Sometimes just a little show of affection can make the world suddenly brighter. An unexpected hug from an old friend, and a heartfelt statement from a treasured companion. These things have pulled me from the darker corners of my mind and slapped a silly smile on my face. I love them, and they love me. It’s simple as that.
I keep looking forward to summer
The time when I can stay holed up at home and talk to no one for weeks on end. I get to write and read and draw to my heart’s content. I get to enjoy silence and peacefulness and take long walks by myself. I get to forget about boys and nasty people and crappy teachers. I get to do things that I’m not supposed to do, but no one will know because it’ll just be me and my textbooks and my music.
I think this represents my true self fairly accurately.
I’m just going to play rock music loudly enough to drown out my own crazed wailing.
Even if we put aside the question of fetal personhood and assume that a fetus should have the same rights as a born human being, giving that fetus the right to use another person’s body for its surivval would give it privileges that born people do not have. In no other case is a person legally compelled to use their body and their internal organs to sustain another’s life. We do not require parents to donate kidneys or even blood to their children, and we do not require anyone to be a good Samaritan and risk their life or health for another. It is difficult to imagine a case in which we would legally require a father to keep his child physically attached to his body, using his organs for survival, physically impairing him, and requiring him to miss work and possibly undergo surgery, for nearly ten months.
It would be difficult to make the case that the child (or full-grown adult) has a right to use their father’s body for survival. Yet this is exactly what opponents of abortion rights argue— except the body in question is female,
Offensive Feminism, Jill Filipovic (via hymnsuponyourlips-)
(Source: downrightlinear)
because characters are real...in my mind, at least
- Friend: They're fictional characters
- Me: THAT DOESN'T MEAN THEIR LOVE ISN'T REAL
Remind me to get lots of plastic bowls and masking tape when I leave home. I might need it in a cockroach-infested apartment.
(Source: ethershade)
