I caught a wasp and put it out the window about 15 minutes ago and Monty won’t move from this spot. Pretty sure he thinks I’ve hidden it or something. Idiot.
Also, Lily Potter would have never wanted an abortion, because she was a financially well-off white woman starting a family in a happy marriage with a secure place at the top of wizarding society.
The question you should be asking is what if Merope Gaunt, an impoverished and uneducated single woman who escaped from a severely abusive family only to become pregnant with the unwanted child of a man who wanted nothing to do with her, had had access to an abortion and not had immense social pressure brainwashing her into carrying to term?
Perfect commentary is perfect.
it got better
The Fault In Our Stars : Hazel Grace (-)
I like how this is suppose to be emotional but John has sharpie all over his face.
Got the car back and getting excited for this weekend and getting back to Leeds tonight 👌 #selfie #sorrynotsorry
It’s funny how movie producers will say “no one wants to see a movie exactly like the book so we have to change it to make it interesting for them” when you would never catch a book fan saying ” that movie was too much like the book, I hated it”
My mother tells me
that when I meet someone I like,
I have to ask them three questions:
- what are you afraid of?
- do you like dogs?
- what do you do when it rains?
of those three, she says the first one is the most important.
“They gotta be scared of something, baby. Everybody is. If they aren’t afraid of anything, then they don’t believe in anything, either.”
I met you on a Sunday, right
one look and my heart fell into
my stomach like a trap door.
on our second date,
I asked you what you were afraid of.
“spiders, mostly. being alone. little children, like, the ones who just learned how to push a kid over on the playground. oh and space. holy shit, space.”
I asked you if you liked dogs.
“I have three.”
I asked you what you do when it rains.
“sleep, mostly. sometimes I sit at the window and watch the rain droplets race. I make a shelter out of plastic in my backyard for all the stray animals; leave them food and a place to sleep.”
he smiled like he knew.
like his mom told him the same
“how about you?”
I’m scared of everything.
of the hole in the o-zone layer,
of the lady next door who never
smiles at her dog,
and especially of all the secrets
the government must be breaking
it’s back trying to keep from us.
I love dogs so much, you have no idea.
I sleep when it rains.
I want to tell everyone I love them.
I want to find every stray animal and bring them home.
I want to wake up in your hair
and make you shitty coffee
and kiss your neck
and draw silly stick figures of us.
I never want to ask anyone else