riley. human disaster. twenty. queer. landlocked college junior.
I am a virgin who can't drive. I like some shit, mainly beautiful narratives that make me weep like a little baby. Here is a list of a few that you can use to judge me: Fullmetal Alchemist, The Legend of Korra, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Harry Potter, Parks and Recreation, The Lord of the Rings, Avatar: The Last Airbender, Breaking Bad, and myriad miscellaneous dramas be because let's be real here.
What you need to know about me is that I am the worst. I attend a university that I hate, but it's okay, because tv effectively acts as an anesthetic. My few hobbies include eating myself into ruin, crying about Korra's biceps, watching The Lord of the Rings movies a thousand times, and pretending I know where commas fit in sentences.
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"We are expected to believe that using birth control or the decision to have an abortion––for any reason––prevents us from learning the “consequences” of our actions, namely, of having sex. In other words, the argument goes, women are too ignorant, too thoughtless, and too confused to make decisions about their own bodies, so the state has an obligation to step in and teach them a moral lesson. But Republicans are forgetting that women have been paying the consequences of life without family planning for thousands of years. And that’s why we need, and want, contraception." - Martha Plimpton, “Stop Undermining Women’s Health With Personhood Amendments and Ultrasound Laws” (via unhurriedheart)