Where the Sky is High

I loathe when people think that I’m shy rather than introverted. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with being shy, I’m just not, and they are two separate things. People cajoling me into social situations try to assure me that I “don’t have to talk to everyone” or that “everyone will love me.”

Bitch, of course they will like me. I am delightful. I just find prolonged social interactions to be extremely exhausting.

Comment by popculturemulcher in the article I’m Not a Miserable Bitch, I’m Just an Introvert (via colinfirth)

(via hispinksunglasses)

Make your own Bible. Select and collect all the words and sentences that in all your readings have been to you like the blast of a trumpet.

Ralph Waldo Emerson (via imfantasyparade)

After a date rape (by a "poet") during a trip to Paris in 1967 when she was 23, she found herself pregnant. She tried the usual "remedies" -- scalding hot baths, violent jumping, having someone walk on her belly. When she got home to Minnesota, she was two months along. A doctor friend there said he couldn't help her himself, but sent her to a local prostitute who did abortions. →

stfuconservatives:

thedismembermentflan:

motherjones:

“The Way It Was”: Abortion in the US before Roe v. Wade.

I was thinking about this article and this is really one of my favourite articles ever. Really powerful.

Reblogging for the same reason ^

I want to print out this article and personally hand it to every “til abortion ends” loser giving up soda and candy bars until we WAHHH STOP KILLING BABIES. Abortion has always existed and will always exist.