“Anatomy of a Hug” by Luna Lu

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“Anatomy of a Hug” by Luna Lu
3 Luxury Girl Reminders to Read Before You Step Out Of Bed Every Morning:
1. You’re so unforgettable, you inspire new people daily.
2. Trust your process, anticipate the results and congratulate your progress.
3. You’re already the ideal goddess you long to be.
milf (motivation i’d like to find)
6 days until Aristotle and Dante Dive Into the Waters of the World
i've been wanting to try my hand making comics and stuff, so here's a little scene from the starless sea by erin morgenstern.
obsessed with bed.. i love bed. obsessed with pillows blankets and such literally love sleeping
reblog for something really lgbt to happen to the person you reblogged it from
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These tweets are from Dara Kass. She's an MD. Please take her advice on how to deal with this current situation. Read. Take notes. Memorize it. And protect yourselves.
All of you.
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I looked at the reblogs and died laughing
“They asked me to tell you what it was like to be twenty and pregnant in 1950 and when you tell your boyfriend you’re pregnant, he tells you about a friend of his in the army whose girl told him she was pregnant, so he got all his buddies to come and say, “We all fucked her, so who knows who the father is?” And he laughs at the good joke…. What was it like, if you were planning to go to graduate school and get a degree and earn a living so you could support yourself and do the work you loved—what it was like to be a senior at Radcliffe and pregnant and if you bore this child, this child which the law demanded you bear and would then call “unlawful,” “illegitimate,” this child whose father denied it … What was it like? […] It’s like this: if I had dropped out of college, thrown away my education, depended on my parents … if I had done all that, which is what the anti-abortion people want me to have done, I would have borne a child for them, … the authorities, the theorists, the fundamentalists; I would have born a child for them, their child. But I would not have born my own first child, or second child, or third child. My children. The life of that fetus would have prevented, would have aborted, three other fetuses … the three wanted children, the three I had with my husband—whom, if I had not aborted the unwanted one, I would never have met … I would have been an “unwed mother” of a three-year-old in California, without work, with half an education, living off her parents…. But it is the children I have to come back to, my children Elisabeth, Caroline, Theodore, my joy, my pride, my loves. If I had not broken the law and aborted that life nobody wanted, they would have been aborted by a cruel, bigoted, and senseless law. They would never have been born. This thought I cannot bear. What was it like, in the Dark Ages when abortion was a crime, for the girl whose dad couldn’t borrow cash, as my dad could? What was it like for the girl who couldn’t even tell her dad, because he would go crazy with shame and rage? Who couldn’t tell her mother? Who had to go alone to that filthy room and put herself body and soul into the hands of a professional criminal? – because that is what every doctor who did an abortion was, whether he was an extortionist or an idealist. You know what it was like for her. You know and I know; that is why we are here. We are not going back to the Dark Ages. We are not going to let anybody in this country have that kind of power over any girl or woman. There are great powers, outside the government and in it, trying to legislate the return of darkness. We are not great powers. But we are the light. Nobody can put us out. May all of you shine very bright and steady, today and always.”
— Ursula K. Le Guin (via nightkitchentarot)
me after my 15 min break at work
me after sleeping a healthy 8 hours
me at the end of a two day weekend
me at the end of the summer
me continuing to make terrible posts about my extremely niche interests instead of anything people actually followed me for:
Note: this is not ferret abuse, they really do enjoy being carried like sacks of potatos.
As a ferret owner I can confirm that my three ferrets do not give a single fuck about being held like that. A ferret WILL let you know if it doesn’t like how you’re holding it. But they like being turned into potato sacks for some reason.
Yeah ferrets get super limp sometimes when you hold them, plus they have a flexible spine and ribs, it doesn’t bother them a bit. They are just loose sacks of meat and kleptomania.
Me continuing to make my extremely niche posts while gesturing with a consenting ferret