LOOK AT PLUTO.
PLUTO YOU WILL ALWAYS BE INVITED TO MY PARTIES, OKAY
Reblogging for pluto.
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Stephen Colbert salutes UVA’s Class of 2013 Followed by this.
FUCKING THANK YOU.
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Best post
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
TW: RAPE
um, either woman could have wanted or not wanted an abortion. being rich and middle-class doesn’t mean you don’t want an abortion, that’s ridiculous
also Merope used the love potion on Voldermort’s father and raped him, therefore becoming pregnant. when he was no longer literally under her spell, he fleed in terror. Do not twist this as some ‘poor woman left alone by a good for nothing man’ because that’s not what happened! coming from a poor abusive life gave her no reason to force herself on anyone.
ignorant commentary is ignorant
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Failing and Flying, Jack Gilbert (via winningthebattleloosingthewar)
Jack Gilbert makes me sigh out loud
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Everyone forgets that Icarus also flew.
It’s the same when love comes to an end,
or the marriage fails and people say
they knew it was a mistake, that everybody
said it would never work. That she was
old enough to know better. But anything
worth doing is worth doing badly.
Like being there by that summer ocean
on the other side of the island while
love was fading out of her, the stars
burning so extravagantly those nights that
anyone could tell you they would never last.
Every morning she was asleep in my bed
like a visitation, the gentleness in her
like antelope standing in the dawn mist.
Each afternoon I watched her coming back
through the hot stony field after swimming,
the sea light behind her and the huge sky
on the other side of that. Listened to her
while we ate lunch. How can they say
the marriage failed? Like the people who
came back from Provence (when it was Provence)
and said it was pretty but the food was greasy.
I believe Icarus was not failing as he fell,
but just coming to the end of his triumph.
consult-the-winchesters-doctor:
You had me at not crushing my boobs.
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