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A Reasonable Girl

What catches my fancy. No theme, no continuity, just all the little things that push and pull my heart.

Don’t tell me what to do.

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pewresearch:

Meet the generations and find out how they’re shaping the Next America.

Which one do you belong to?

The Gen X describes me perfectly. Do your values fit your generation?

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Hey Nina’s Station - check out these gorgeous red braids … 

We were bored today so my sister looked up hairstyles on youtube and she did my hair while I played Ico lol. Neat right? I haven’t dyed my hair for 3 months :(
(Click the pictures to see the names of the braids)

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This is how I used to do my hair … now I know better because of Sara at Anthony Ashley Hair Design (Right Nina’s Station?)

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tough day

I need a good write.

I know I’ve told this story before, but my abusive ex refused to let me take birth control. I was on the pill until he found them in my purse.

I went to the Student Health Center—they were completely unhelpful, choosing to lecture me about the importance of safe sex (recommending condoms) instead of actually listening to my problem.

Then I went to Planned Parenthood. The Nurse Practitioner took one look at my fading bruises and stopped the exam. She called in the doctor. The doctor came in and simply asked me: “Are you ready to leave him?” When I denied that I was being abused, she didn’t argue with me. She just asked me what I needed. I said I need a birth control method that my boyfriend couldn’t detect. She recommended a few options and we decided on Depo.

When I told her that my boyfriend read my emails and listened to my phone messages and was known to follow me, she suggested to do the Depo injections at off hours when the clinic was normally closed. She made a note in my chart and instructed the front desk never to leave messages for me—instead, she programmed her personal cell phone number into my phone under the name “Nora”. She told me she would call me to schedule my appointments; she wouldn’t leave a message, but I should call her back when I was able to.

And that was it. No judgment. No lecture. She walked me to the door and told me to call her day or night if I needed anything. That she lived 5 blocks from campus and would come get me. That I wasn’t alone. That she just wanted me to be safe.

I never called her to come to my rescue. But I have no doubt that she would have come if I had called. She kept me on Depo for a year, giving me those monthly injections in secret, helping me prevent a desperately unwanted pregnancy.

I cannot thank Planned Parenthood enough for the work they do.


This is an amazing story. We should all be so fortunate to encounter brave, pro-active souls who do more than just say they will “pray for you.”

**  Prayer is bullshit without action. **

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Read this, done that.

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What a lovely thought.

What a lovely thought.

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