I like to laugh. A lot. And eat. And I'm mildly obsessed with boybands and pretty girls and places that are better than Indiana.
I am a disabled woman.
I am pro choice.
But every time someone on MY side opens their mouths and tells stories about people aborting their disabled fetuses in order to show why we NEED abortion, I feel sick. I feel betrayed. I feel like my life isn’t worth considering.
once one of my straight male friends who has a significant amount of sex asked me ‘when two girls do it how do you know when you’re finished’ and to this day thats one of the saddest things ive ever heard