“The only reason “coming out” is still even a thing is because it’s presumed that people are straight until they tell us otherwise. “The Other must identify itself, or else it is decieving us” is a fucked up, dangerous idea.”—Anon (via victor-the-richter)
Me and my boyfriend have been seeing each other for about a year now and I recently found out I’m pregnant..
It was the scariest thing of my life.. I was paralyzed with fear. I wish I had the means to keep the baby but I just don’t.. We aren’t ready to be parents and adoption would mean my abusive dad finding out. I fear for both my life and my boyfriends if this were to happen.
So we decided together the only option is to abort the pregnancy. I’m so scared and lost. I have cried for nights about this, don’t think I’m heartless.
Please understand, and help me. The link is on my tumblr. I just don’t have the money.. The abortion will be $500.. There is no funding in my state thanks to Scott walker.
Donate $1 and help me out, I will forever be in gratitude. I love you all.
i dont care what your fucking views are on abortion, if you are going to shame this girl i hope you burn to a nice, even crisp in hell.
Because this girl no longer believes in stories and songs. This girl, despite what they tell her, isn’t a little bird just chirping what she’s told because she knows nothing else. This girl is scarred. This girl has no hope. This girl watched her father die, was stripped and beaten and nearly raped, had what should have been a moment of pride turn into a moment of terror because it means that Joffrey can legally force her, and then the only mother figure in the city promised her that she’ll be executed before the enemy can sack the place. This girl knows that Joffrey will be back to hurt her again because that’s what happens. The monsters win because they don’t play fairly and because life is a cruel jape. So when Sandor approaches her in her room she can look past her fear of him because she knows what fear is. Sandor won’t hurt her. Nor will Tyrion, and so she promises to pray for him. But they won’t help her either and so she stays. She prays and sings and leads because she’s a Stark and a Tully and honor and duty are in her blood, but she doesn’t count on anyone to help her. No one but Shae, and so she tries to help Shae in return but Shae doesn’t need it. Sansa Stark, this mere girl, has no hope but she’s going to survive anyways. And the North remembers.