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godsofmischiefandthunder:

sOBBING

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I know I’ve told this story before, but my abusive ex refused to let me take birth control. I was on the pill until he found them in my purse.

I went to the Student Health Center—they were completely unhelpful, choosing to lecture me about the importance of safe sex (recommending condoms) instead of actually listening to my problem.

Then I went to Planned Parenthood. The Nurse Practitioner took one look at my fading bruises and stopped the exam. She called in the doctor. The doctor came in and simply asked me: “Are you ready to leave him?” When I denied that I was being abused, she didn’t argue with me. She just asked me what I needed. I said I need a birth control method that my boyfriend couldn’t detect. She recommended a few options and we decided on Depo.

When I told her that my boyfriend read my emails and listened to my phone messages and was known to follow me, she suggested to do the Depo injections at off hours when the clinic was normally closed. She made a note in my chart and instructed the front desk never to leave messages for me—instead, she programmed her personal cell phone number into my phone under the name “Nora”. She told me she would call me to schedule my appointments; she wouldn’t leave a message, but I should call her back when I was able to.

And that was it. No judgment. No lecture. She walked me to the door and told me to call her day or night if I needed anything. That she lived 5 blocks from campus and would come get me. That I wasn’t alone. That she just wanted me to be safe.

I never called her to come to my rescue. But I have no doubt that she would have come if I had called. She kept me on Depo for a year, giving me those monthly injections in secret, helping me prevent a desperately unwanted pregnancy.

I cannot thank Planned Parenthood enough for the work they do.

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Curious Georgiana (via sexistmorons)

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I know I’ve told this story before, but my abusive ex refused to let me take birth control. I was on the pill until he found them in my purse.

I went to the Student Health Center—they were completely unhelpful, choosing to lecture me about the importance of safe sex (recommending condoms) instead of actually listening to my problem.

Then I went to Planned Parenthood. The Nurse Practitioner took one look at my fading bruises and stopped the exam. She called in the doctor. The doctor came in and simply asked me: “Are you ready to leave him?” When I denied that I was being abused, she didn’t argue with me. She just asked me what I needed. I said I need a birth control method that my boyfriend couldn’t detect. She recommended a few options and we decided on Depo.

When I told her that my boyfriend read my emails and listened to my phone messages and was known to follow me, she suggested to do the Depo injections at off hours when the clinic was normally closed. She made a note in my chart and instructed the front desk never to leave messages for me—instead, she programmed her personal cell phone number into my phone under the name “Nora”. She told me she would call me to schedule my appointments; she wouldn’t leave a message, but I should call her back when I was able to.

And that was it. No judgment. No lecture. She walked me to the door and told me to call her day or night if I needed anything. That she lived 5 blocks from campus and would come get me. That I wasn’t alone. That she just wanted me to be safe.

I never called her to come to my rescue. But I have no doubt that she would have come if I had called. She kept me on Depo for a year, giving me those monthly injections in secret, helping me prevent a desperately unwanted pregnancy.

I cannot thank Planned Parenthood enough for the work they do.

"

Curious Georgiana (via sexistmorons)

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sherlocked-inside-the-tardis:

HAIORGH;AOEIRGHAIO WHY.

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in-certamine asked: Hey, stay strong <3 6+ months clean is fucking awesome, and you can't give in now, you're better than that <3

Thank you so much, I feel lots better now. I just rode it out and didn’t do anything to myself. Still clean :)

Reblog if you’ve ACTUALLY read The Hobbit

nirnaetharnoediad:

thefoxxybenedict:

I’m curious how many people have, because it feels like I’m the only one.

3 times already.

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ladisputing:

themuggletribute:

dreamofcities:

sereynity:

normalapproach:

gryffindorteamseeker:

ladisputing:

I’m sending this to the 2012 Olympics

excellent

You beautiful, wonderful human being.

YES

This is a big fat WIN

Want a bigger win? They responded:

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I’m assuming the London Olympics will have Quidditch

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ftmark:

boxlunches:

top-tier-motherfucker:

thesilentsleeper:

Yeah that’s right

I’m reblogging

Gay lions

Hey bro. Over 560 species of mammals alone are proven to have rampant gay sex outside of mating season and many birds take on same-sex life long partners. Particularly swans I believe. Aw yeah.

The more you know.

Caaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan you feel

The love toniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight

“Can we have Thai food for dinner?”

“Jeremy, I’ve got a lasagna in the oven at home…”

“I know but can’t we just eat that tomorrow?”

“But-“

“Please, babe?”

“Oh, fine, I can’t say no to you.”

c’mon you’ve had 6+ months clean you can’t relapse now

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lokishorsebearer:

chieftess-sinkswithships:

penelope-stamps:

previouslysane:

#what if you took a picture just anywhere #all by yourself or with a friend or anything #and nobody’s around right? #you take the picture #and everything’s normal #but later you’re looking back on the pictures you took and tom hiddleston is standing like this in the background #of every single one of your pictures #and you have no idea what is going on #omfg

You crash Tom Hiddleston’s date, he crashes *the rest of your life*

You’re walking down the street, there appears to be no one else but you and your friends. But in the corner of your eye, you see him: Tom Hiddleston.

The most beautiful of photobombs.

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