By Prue126 and kmofreak


a girl at our school got dresscoded for wearing this shirt because it promotes bullying


but a guy at our school was able to wear this shirt and our principal thought it was funny when he saw it


"They want you focused on the wrong things. They want to keep you distracted. Keep you from thinking about the real problems: the inequality, the bigotry, the inhumanity. They want you thinking, ‘My neighbor got a fine watch! How come I ain’t got no fine watch? What I got to do for my boss to give me that fine watch?’ And you’re all so worried about getting that watch, you can’t even tell time.”
— Daisy Fitzroy, Bioshock Infinite (via candidlycara)
"There’s a strategy behind talking about young women as out-of-control girls gone wild or innocent damsels in distress. If we’re no more than sluts or victims, then it’s reasonable for society to make our decisions for us.
For those young women who are considered victims or potential victims, like the purity princess or the young, white, suburban girls whose parents live in fear of internet stalkers and the corrupting influence of MTV, a “Daddy knows best” paternalism is omnipresent. Whether it manifests itself in the form of forcing girls to take virginity pledges and go to purity balls, or even is propagated by a casual joke when parents laugh about how they’re going to have to lock their teen daughter away until she’s twenty-one, the idea that these young women need protection spreads perpetually.
For the young women who don’t fit into the “perfect-virgin” mold, the paternalism is still there, of course, but they also have to contend with the disdain that their “transgressions” incur. These are young women of color who are considered promiscuous simply because they are not white, who are lesbians who will never fulfill a woman’s “natural” role as a man’s wife, or who are low-income and met with scorn when they choose to have children despite their socio-economic circumstances. These are the women who are mistrusted most of all -so, instead of receiving paternalistic protection, they get punished.”
— Jessica Valenti - The Purity Myth (via candidlycara)
"Whatever teaches us to talk to ourselves is important: whatever teaches us to sing ourselves out of despair. But the painting has also taught me that we can speak to each other across time…That life- whatever else it is- is short. That fate is cruel but maybe not random. That Nature (meaning Death) always wins but that doesn’t mean we have to bow and grovel to it. That maybe even if we’re not always so glad to be here, it’s our task to immerse ourselves anyway: wade straight through it, right through the cesspool, while keeping eyes and hearts open. And in the midst of our dying, as we rise from the organic and sink back ignominiously into the organic, it is a glory and a privilege to love what Death doesn’t touch.”
— Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch  (via commovente)
Anonymous asked: wat did u mean horrifying hospital stories






My friend was in the hospital for her disease for a very long ass time, she has stories of girls trying to get life-saving surgery and getting the “BUT BABIES” argument so many times, for so long, the doctors putting off saving their lives for SO LONG in favor of NONEXISTENT BABIES that they fucking DIED.

Girls that should have been going to high school with their friends, getting caught texting in class, wearing cute ass skirts, curling their hair, trying to perfect their daily makeup, flirting with whoever the fuck they wanted to flirt with … . dying of a disease that can be managed with hysterectomy because babies.

Being told they were too young to make that permanent of a decision about whether or not they wanted to have their own children … 

Having their strong feelings of wanting to simply SURVIVE being shut down because “oh you might want children when you’re older”







And nobody takes it seriously, even after they die.

Yes, natural—blues, I’m sharing your stories. Please feel free to chime in with them, I think the world needs to hear all the gruesome gory ass details.

/inhales/ Okay. I have some stories, if nonny is truly curious, or if anyone is.

I can name a bunch of girls who were in and out of the hospital with me. One of them was fourteen when she died. She had gotten her first period around age 8 or so, and so by 14 her stage 4 was supremely advanced. She was trying to convince a doctor to give her a hysto, and she received so many of the same answers I had — you’re too young, but what about babies, you do realize that you’d have to be on special HRT, etc. She finally got my doctor, our doctor. He was fighting to be able to even do an exploratory on her (this is where they open you up and check all around your organs for cysts. They check every organ). He was disallowed to do that, and was refiling to get her approved for a hysto and an exploratory. It wasn’t fast enough — she was in a grocery store with her mother, who turned away for only a second and a cyst burst next to her heart. It took out a chamber, and she instantly hit the ground. Dead at fourteen. She’s the first thing I think of when I hear “But what about babies?!?!?!” because in my opinion, she was a baby. She was a baby who didn’t deserve to have her life put in and kept in jeopardy just because of the thought of her someday producing children. Her mother didn’t give a shit about potential grandchildren, she just didn’t want to outlive her child.

Girls in high school who had gotten endometrial or cervical cancer because their stage 3 and stage 4 wasn’t treated as it should have been — with a hysto. Instead, they were forced through chemotherapies that racked their young bodies unnecessarily. These girls could have recovered from a hysto in 6 weeks and been back to happiness and high school (with lifetime management of the disease, but it is way easier post hysto to control your hormone levels, which cause all of the problems) instead of being forced through months and years of chemo that make them lose their hair and even more of their health. Getting nosebleeds, fainting and collapsing, being unable to leave a hospital bed for months.

I’ve seen a young girl who had to have a lot of surgery on her stomach because she had severe adhesions to the stomach and it caused a hole in it. I can still close my eyes and see her screaming and spitting up blood while the nurses were trying to sedate her. She’d been turned away from countless doctors and had her pains shrugged off too — because *eyeroll* PMS PAIN. For the rest of her life, she is on a special, mostly liquid diet — her stomach has trouble with solids. She spent weeks in treatment for sepsis and has a lot of internal damage from her stomach acid getting into her body.

Another girl had a hole in the kidney from a cyst bursting right next to it. Having to have an organ transplant just because you won’t cut out a useless one sounds pretty stupid and terribad to me. She’d had over a hundred cysts found in her body. Her internal organs were covered in scar tissue from the bursting of the cysts. Mine were too, being honest.

Another girl died due to surgery to try and save her life when the endo spread to her large intestine, which it can do if you don’t treat it properly. They tried to take her in to repair the damage done and remove the cancerous bits. She didn’t make it. She was fifteen.

I’ve had so many removed it was ridiculous. A lapro that was supposed to guarantee me for five years “pain free”?? Lasted me three months and I was back in and out of the hospital in pain.

One time I had internal bleeding and got turned away from the hospital without even being checked — because of where I told them the pain was. Because the doctor said that PMS pain did not qualify for the emergency room. I went to another hospital later that night, and found out about the sepsis and internal bleeding from my appendix.

These kids and I had our hormones fucked over even worse because we were put on so many different types of birth control to treat it, and so many medications to try and save the uteri that the side effects messed us up way worse than any side effect from a complete hysterectomy ever would. Having random nosebleeds, passing out, sleeping for days on end, having your kidneys end up giving out, like one girl had, because of side effects.

I think the worst part of it is a tie, to be honest. It’s a tie between being made to feel insane for years on end from not having our symptoms taken seriously — and between knowing the disease and knowing the solution, and being made to feel like we’re too stupid to be able to know whether we want a lifesaving medical procedure. Being made to feel like we’re not allowed to want our lives saved because someday, maybe baby!!!! Fuck that. Doctors who actually do give the proper treatments being raked over the coals by other doctors and med boards because of administering a life-saving surgery that removes the ability to have a baby.

These are literally children dying of cancer, and being left to die of it. Dying of disease and being given ‘treatments’ that make them suffer even worse after years of being made to feel crazy just because of the baby potential. It’s horseshit. I have survivor’s guilt something fierce because young girls, still in their early teens have died from this. I was lucky enough to live. This disease has a high potential to someday take my life, but I’m not actively sick right now because of my surgery. I’m in remission because of my surgery. I no longer experience so much pain 24/7 that I can’t walk. I experience life without constant wracking pain. 

Children shouldn’t be forced through what I’ve lived through, not when the treatment is literally. right. there. Children shouldn’t be in hospital rooms commiserating with other children about how their parents are going to be after they die. Children shouldn’t be writing their wills or signing Do Not Resuscitate orders.

Women of all ages deserve bodily autonomy.

How was that, vandigo?


(I was told, from age 13-29, that my cramps were nothing to worry about. I was given birth control pills, antidepressants, and was finally put on 40-60mg of lortab PER DAY. All of that because they felt that my ability to possibly have a child was more important than my ability to have a life. I finally got my hysterectomy 6 months ago. I have permanent nerve damage to my intestines and my bladder, but I’m alive. Fuck people who think periods aren’t serious business.)

Everytime someone adds a story to this, I am going to reblog it. Eventually I might compile all of the stories together in one long post, but for now …