So, as it turns out, Tomi Lahren is little more than a hypocritical, pandering sellout.

Pass this around. Delegitimize this piece of trash. Remove her platform.

Healthcare in the US

This is a fucking crime

So, if you can’t pay, which I’m assuming the average person can’t, what happens? Do they seriously come after you because you got into an accident and needed treatment? US health care is a mystery I’m still unravelling.

Depends on the hospital, etc.

Some gets written off as charity, thus tax payers ends up footing the bill in some way.

Social workers work with some to find qualifying federal, state, and local programs in other cases.

Some do end up in collections and people end up filing for bankruptcy. 

About a week ago I posted this.

I’ve been getting horrible messages like this in my ask for months, including:

and my personal favorite

After getting the message saying “Just go kill yourself” I was completely done dealing with this person’s horrible messages and replied with just an “Okay.” and logged off tumblr.

About a week later I logged back on with 17 messages in my ask, most of them from the anon. I scrolled down and at first when I logged off, the anon messaged me things like

I scrolled up more and all of a sudden they started sending me more and more messages like

This was extremely surprising to me. I thought “After all those horrible messages you sent to me for MONTHS about hating me and wanting me dead, you say ‘sorry’ and that you ‘cant be responsible for someone’s suicide’?”

But I guess the lesson goes like this:

DONT TELL ANYONE TO KILL THEMSELVES UNLESS YOU ARE PREPARED FOR WHAT MIGHT ACTUALLY HAPPEN

DON’T TELL ANYONE TO KILL THEMSELVES EVER.

THIS POST IS SO IMPORTANT I WANT EVERYONE ON TUMBLR IN THE WORLD TO SEE IT

This needs to be reblogged. I couldn’t scroll past this if I tried, I got a message like that but not for me, it told me to my friend to kill them self, I was livid! I didn’t answer it because a message like that doesn’t deserve an answer but I don’t see what is so funny about telling someone to kill them selves! I really don’t! It’s sick and it’s wrong. This person though, I take my hat off to you. You taught that bully a lesson.

this.

This will always be number one on the list of things that aren’t okay

Ho-ly shit.

I’ll never not reblog this

If you dare scroll without reblogging this you have no soul…….. i mean you do but reblogging this wont ruin your blog……. please just spread the word.

Please people don’t send anon hate your just hurting yourselves…

“I CANT BE RESPONSABLE FOR SOMEONES SUICIDE NOW STOP COME BACK ON”

Did you mean: I’m a fucking asshole but I don’t want people to know it because it would destroy me  I HAVE FEELINGS TOO BURR BURR 

LOL JESUS

100% support torturing geek boy gatekeeper wannabes, A+.

Oh riiiiiiiiiiight. The poison. The poison for Kuzco. The poison chosen specially to kill Kuzco. Kuzco’s poison… That poison?

President Obama offered to pay for Vice President Biden’s son’s cancer treatment after finding out Biden was considering selling his house to pay for it. That’s really kind but… holy shit. If the *Vice President* has to *sell his house* to pay for healthcare, what chance do regular Americans have? How is anyone still alive in that country?? Australia, do not do anything to creep in the direction of America’s healthcare system. Keep Medicare free. Including frikking pap smears.

I sourced this and oh wow it’s true

Why aren’t we talking about this??!!

this is important!

We know why.

It doesn’t fit the narrative..

Can we get this dude a kickstarter to raise enough for a high-end meal and cab fare for him and his family? He clearly deserves it.

(Marine Corps Times article) (CBS news story)

“By creating the exit, Yousuf estimated that about 70 people were able to get out of the nightclub safely.” He saved 70 people. That’s 70 more people that could have died that night. This is so important.

Dear Donald Trump, I’m Proud That My Parents Are Immigrants

(Video by EmergingUS)

So I woke up this morning in a pool of my own blood.

Wait, let me back up.

Hi, my name is Cara and I’m a 21 year old woman. Every 28 days, give or take, I have a period. And it fucking sucks. Today, was one of those where I take from the 28 day cycle. I wasn’t due for another period for at least a week, but considering that my period is pretty much permanently irregular, I get to wake up a lot of mornings in a pool of my own blood. Hmm. Lovely.

I then proceed to dump my sheets, my underwear, and my pajamas in my laundry room in a tub filled with cold water, with the hopes that this time I haven’t ruined them permanently.

What next? Well, a shower of course! To wipe off the smell of rotting blood from my body! Squeaky clean and towel fresh I have about a two minute window before the volcano of blood begins to erupt again from my vagina.

What will it be today? A piece of chlorinated toilet paper cardboard with a string that I get to shove up my hole wherein the blood will sit and rot until the next time I can shove another piece of chlorinated cardboard up the same hole? Or, a plastic lined toilet paper diaper attached to my underwear that causes rug burn to my vaginal area when I walk? Well the later requires less coordination, and it is early, so I guess I’ll be sitting in a period diaper today. The best ever.

Of course, I could always just get birth control, and lessen this whole shit. But 1) I can’t afford it 2) I can’t ask my dad to pay for it because, guess what? Just like the men who run my government, my father correlates birth control with sexual promiscuity! Thus, sitting on my rotting blood, undergoing severe cramps that have on more than one occasion caused me to black out, it is! (Not that birth control is such a walk in the park either, our bodies have to learn to deal with the hormones and other chemicals and consequences that birth control entails.)

Then, I get to go to class, where I have to pretend that I am not a leaky faucet of blood and tissue. I get to sit in Calculus, and if heaven forbid, I need an additional pad, I have to be discrete about it, so as not to offend the men’s gentle sensibilities to the fact that I am the one dropping tissues and blood from my body through my vagina.  

I once asked a male to take me to the pharmacy so that I could pick up (GASP) pads, or as we like to call it “feminine products” (again, so as not to offend the gentlemen’s overly sensitive natures) and had him equate me talking about my period to him talking about his erections.

ARE

YOU

FUCKING

KIDDING

ME

No.

This is nothing like your fucking erection’s. I don’t derive any enjoyment from this. I can’t mentally control any ounce of this entire process. I can’t masturbate my problem away. My period does not end in orgasm.

It stays. For at least five days in my case. Draining blood out of my body. Causing me severe cramps, making me irritable -not because I’m uncomfortable (which mind you, would be reason enough) - but because my hormones are all over the place, bloating me up to two sizes larger than I normally am, I have to actively fight not to smell like a fish market, and on top of that, you want me to be hush-hush about this? Because it’s icky for you?

And this is not an attack on that one man, this is an attack on ALL MEN who on top of sitting on their throne of gender privilege want me to stay quiet and be content about the fact that five days out of every month I get to undergo this happiest of joys.

And then, these very same men have the audacity to get annoyed because we don’t want to listen to their bullshit complaining about traffic? Or whatever other meaningless story they happen to tell us while our bodies are actively fighting against us? Then we get to be the butt of their tired-ass jokes? Sorry, I am most certainly not sorry.

I repeat NO. I say women come out of the period closet and say, “You know what, this happens to me. Every. Fucking. Month. And it’s terrible. LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT MY MORNING.” Because the truth is, if I live in a country where Viagra is covered by medical insurance, but birth control isn’t, I can no longer keep denying that I live in a country that is actively waging a war on women. And if I live in a country that is actively waging war on my sex, the least I am going to do is break patriarchal social propriety to inform anyone and everyone of the shit biological process I was BLESSED enough to be born into.

Hello, my name is Cara, I’m a 21 year old woman, and today I’m on my period. Let me fucking tell you about it.

hello yes this is a good post

Im ganna reblog this twice because hell hell hell yeah!!!!!!!!!

i’m scheduling this to reblog at 10 every day this week lol enjoy!

So I wanted to click the heart but then I saw I already had done it in the past. Future Alley is proud at Past Alley for liking this. And Future Alley is gonna reblog this AND DON’T YOU DARE TELL ME IT IS NOT THEME RELATED BECAUSE I WILL BLOCK YOU.

that awkward moment when I try to switch Niall and Ellen’s faces and they still look like themselves

stop reblogging this before ellen sees it and puts it on her fucking show

lets get it there

A brilliant metaphor

6. Cycle lanes are built just for you, and then the cars drive in those too.

7. And you can’t go out at night because cars will run right over you.

8. You better watch out for the drunk ones

9. Even if you DO use the cycle lane because it is “Safer for you” A lot of times there are obstacles and other things in the way to make it more difficult to navigate.

10. Sometimes cars will honk or swerve at you for their entertainment and the drivers will laugh when you react defensively, because they’re safe in their car and don’t realize how dangerous that looks to you on your bike.

11. Some places have much better cycling lanes than others, which is good for those places! But it doesn’t fix the unequally-shared-road problem and really underlines how cyclist-unfriendly other places are.

12. The Door Zone in general. Will every parked car slam a door open directly into your path as you’re passing? No, of course not. Do you have to watch every parked car for opening doors anyways? Yes! Because even one surprise crash into a suddenly appearing door can lead to injury, sometimes serious, or even death.