::pounds desk:: GOD NO NO NO...

If you weren’t crying already, the “Goodbye Mr. Hooper” episode was heart wrenching as well.

To cheer everyone up:

I don’t know why I didn’t listen but I was so sure I could make it through the story no problem.

LITERALLY ME IN MY OFFICE RN HOLY SHIT WTF KATE I AM NOT EMOTIONALLY STABLE ENOUGH FOR THIS THERE AREN’T ENOUGH WARNINGS IN THE WORLD FOR ME TO DEAL WITH THIS KIND OF STORY

I love the insinuation that women have absolutely no fucking clue what they are doing. Like they didn’t think about their options BEFORE showing up at the abortion clinic.

I have challenged myself to donate to my local PP every time I hear about an abortion restriction law. At the moment I am afraid I’ll have to donate my house to PP to keep up with the challenge (which I just started 3 weeks ago).

“medical risks”-get the fuck outta here. How about the “medical” risks that will occur when women start to become so desperate that they get illegal abortions. Also, any woman who is getting an abortion is fully aware that adoption is a fucking option.

I cannot understand why some women would want to make life harder for other women...I mean, it’s bad enough without your help!!!

Gee I wonder what the waiting period is to buy a gun in Oklahoma. Oh, right.

Stop smiling, you sadistic bitch

So punchable.

I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again: there’s a Friends reference every day in your life. And you must always seize the opportunity to make it.

PIVOT!! to the next case.

How about we just let women wear whatever the fuck they feel comfortable in? Personally i’m not a fan of the maxi dress (I prefer knee-length dresses) but why does it matter that other women like to wear them?

Yeah, sometimes we have to order takeout because the sink is too full of dishes to be able to do any cooking.

A dishwasher is an absolute requirement in any place I live. There’s nothing I hate more than hand washing dishes.

Every day I tell myself, “I’ll wash my dishes before bed so I don’t end up with a nasty pile at the end of the week”... and every week I have the nasty pile.

What the fuck goes on at Boy Scout camps