Kaylorraine

[justasyou-are]

[gojomegumi]

me talking about how attractive I find guys my age: ▶🔘──────── 0:04 me talking about men much older than me: ▶🔘──────── 60:56:19

[are-you-a-meme]

[just-shower-thoughts]

Chess was one of the first games to feature a strong female lead.

[joshscorcher]

[werewolf-cuddles]

[subcas]

[hilarioushumorfromouterspace]

[spiritualseeker777]

[traveldustedshoes]

Because abortions aren't the only way the patriarchy wants to control your junk

OBGYN: Yeah, you are exhibiting all the signs of Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome. I’m so sorry.

Me: Huh? Oh, yeah. Insulin resistance, impossible weight loss, pre-disposition to type II diabetes, painful AF periods. Likelihood of bleed outs. Crap. That blows.

OBGYN: Yeah, well that too.

Me: *blinks* What?

OBGYN: Well, PCOS makes it very difficult for a woman to conceive and carry.

Me: BWHAHAHAHA. Yeah. No. No babies. Ever. Never wanted them. At all. Maternal instinct is not strong with this one. Only upside today.

OBGYN: Well then. Not exactly problem solved, but we’ll run with it.

Me: So about the MIND-SEARING PAIN and occasional HEAVY AF BLEEDING. When can we deal with that.

OBGYN: Not until you are 35.

Me: Dah fuq?

OBGYN: Not my rules. Hospitalization won’t even consider any treatment unless it’s life or death until you’re 35.

Me: Why?

OBGYN: Because you might want to have a baby.

Me: I’m 31. I didn’t want kids when I was 11, I didn’t want them at 21, and I sure as shit don’t want them now. Can’t I just sign a form that says “I don’t ever want a baby take it out, take it out now”?

OBGYN: Nope.

Me: Why?

OBGYN: Government rules. No removal of baby making parts before 35 unless your life is in immediate jeopardy.

TL;DR: The government knows better about your baby making parts than you do.

[leaving-the-couch-potato]

[mrgoldsshopofhorrors]

[margaretolson]

This feels appropriate for today

[tastefullyoffensive]

“You’re about this fat, see?” (via schizoduckie)

[deanisscaredofcats]

Fun fact

[mybodywakesup]

The Good Place → When your time on Earth has ended, we calculate the total value of your life using our perfectly accurate measuring system. Only the people with the very highest scores, the true cream of the crop, get to come here, to the Good Place.

[oneofthosecrazycatladies]

[spnaturalconfessions]

[yennefers-geralt]

as if ‘fight like a girl’ was an insult  {insp}

[wounded-faerie-blog]

I don’t know what happened. Things were going so well. I was happy for a minute, then suddenly the day turned into a music day.

My weapon of choice for this music day? Sharpie. It won’t physically hurt me, but I’ll know what the marks mean. Others will assume it’s just a fandom or boredom thing, but I’ll know.

I wanted to pick up a blade.. I wanted to hurt me. I wanted to disappear, but I didn’t.