I don’t think anyone understood what I was trying to say at all…. I just got called a twat and a bitch because I simply said having your followers pay for your abortion is lame, which is my opinion. Honestly you can have all the abortions you want, have all the sex you want, hell, don’t have all the non-sex you want to. It’s whatever the fuck you want to do, but you should have at least the funds to back up your actions. If I wanna go rock climbing every weekend I make sure I have the gear. Bad example but I’m sure you get it. A lot of people are doing grown up actions with out grown up minds.
I do get it, mistakes happen, that’s cool, but if your first place you go to for financial support is Tumblr, your priorities are out of whack.
sew victimized :’(
yeah how dare that girl ask for help what the fuck it’s almost like she thinks people can be empathetic human beings.
Ugh, I don’t see how “IF YOU DON’T WANT TO GIVE SOMEONE MONEY FOR THEIR ABORTION, DON’T. ASKING FOR DONATIONS =/= ASKING FOR YOUR OPINION. NACHO BODY, NACHO BUSINESS.” are still such hard concepts to grasp. Seriously. It’s 2012, how are people still struggling with this?
I was woken up by the doorbell, and leapt out of bed on autopilot to get the door in time. I think I tripped on my pyjama pants, but I fell and landed all my weight on my knee on the tiles D:
It’s currently twice the size it usually is, all kinds of interesting colours and wicked dented, but I got to the door in time and that’s what matters; taxidermy treasures and MAC pigments were waiting for me :D
The doorbell rings again, it’s a package for Alex so I go to sign for it, step on the hem of my pants as I reach for the pen and had my pyjamas pants fall down in front of the postman. I think my face might have fallen off in embarrassment D:<
Kinda terrified to answer the door again, to be honest, hahaha.