I will reblog this until the day I die
I’ve decided that in cases of anomaly or syndromes that abortions are moral. Abort Down’s babies!
How on earth could you say that staring at that wonderful little boy while he smiles? I just can’t. You need lots of help, whoever you may be.
A hate blog is saying they’re totally and completely against abortions and if you get them you’re fucked up, unless you’re black. Or the baby has defects. Then yes, all for abortions. Oh and if you’re “ugly” abort your baby, and your parents should have gotten one too. But wait, if you’re white and perfect yeah no don’t get an abortion or you deserve to rot.
You have seriously got to be fucking kidding.
I hate mumblr tags because this shit is so… incredibly childish and stupid.
I love that point in a friendship when you get what the other person’s style is - their “thing.” You see a knit jersey tie and think of them immediately; a type of weather, a bad movie, a woman’s outfit. You know, with absolute certainty, that your friend would enjoy this thing with you more than anyone else in the world. You feel closer in that moment of recognition, even if they’re not there.
my favorite month and happens during my
favorite season. I wish we could aimlessly
walk around a forest and with each leaf that
falls from the branches above, we fall a little
more for each other too. While hand in hand
we can crave the smell of warm coffee and
cinnamon muffins on a chilly morning, we
could feel the autumn breeze brush against
our skin and the goose bumps we get, we
won’t be able to tell if it’s from touching each
other’s skin or from the wind being too cool.
When we lay in bed you’d have the hardest
time moving an inch away from me, because
I’d want to be skin to skin every minute.
These lonely summer nights without you make
me crave the fall, and crave the season of
death in the hopes that maybe this loneliness
would die too, and you’d appear by my side.
I can’t tell if I love the night too dearly, or
hate it too passionately. I think I’d adore
it if I got to sleep next to you every evening,
and I think that I’d enjoy the sunset more
watching it hit your face than actually
seeing it say goodnight. I just crave to
spend time with you, I do."
i.c. // October (via delicatepoetry)