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personhoodusa:

Over 300,000 children are murdered inside Planned Parenthood clinics every year. http://ift.tt/ITL4iD

BULL FUCKING SHIT.

My mother was three months pregnant with me when she waltzed into Planned Parenthood. But she didn’t get an abortion. Not because she had a ‘sudden change of heart’ nor because someone ‘lead her Jesus’ but because she went there to make sure I was and would be born healthy.

My parents were two poor young adults in their late teens and early twenties when I was conceived. They lived in a tiny apartment and had no insurance, but they wanted me. My mom drove herself to Planned Parenthood from the third month of pregnancy to the fifth (until she finally got medical insurance.) There she got the ultrasound screenings, found out I was a girl, got the prenatal vitamins and were referred to see the physician I’ve been going to from my birth to now. 

Thanks to Planned Parenthood, I was born healthy at six pounds, seven ounces. I had no malformations, no preventable disorders and no preventable health issues. The only thing that occurred was I was in ‘fetal distress’ and was born a week before the due date.

I ‘made it out alive’ and thanks to Planned Parenthood I ‘made it out’ healthy.

Take this bullshit elsewhere.

TL;DR?: Read the bold.

During my first pregnancy (which was planned and very much wanted), I went to PP to confirm my pregnancy after I got a positive test. The staff was super excited for me. I had seen them for years for my birth control when I was uninsured. So they had been a part of my whole journey with my husband—from dating, through marriage, to pregnancy. Thanks to them, we were able to get pregnant when we were ready. Also thanks to them, when I developed complications early on, we were able to get the care we needed quickly (we were at a hospital where the doctors did NOT have a good record of listening to patients) because I was able to show him paperwork from PP confirming my pregnancy and dates (he didn’t believe me without it).

Years later and 2000 miles away, I went to another Planned Parenthood for a blood test to confirm my second pregnancy (again for which we planned and struggled). We were between providers at the time and our insurance required a blood test to prove pregnancy before they would cover my care.  PP was the only way we could get that and we did quickly and at a reasonable price.

We have 3 kids (first pregnancy was twins) that beg to differ with this bullshit! 

There is a very good reason the organization’s name is “PLANNED Parenthood.” Making it easier for people to have families when they’re good and ready for them is the biggest reason for its existence.

OP got shot down HECKA quick.

OP did not make it out alive.

Also, terminations only make up 3% of what planned parenthood does.

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manikinfear:

I just want walls and walls of books, book I have read, books I want to read, just books, always books.

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pineplapple:

In New Zealand our drinking age is 18 but the drink driving tolerance for under 20s is zero and my friend who’s a cop said he gets great pleasure out of breathalising sober under 20 year olds and watching the terror fill their face as he tells them they’re 10 times over the legit drinking limit cause ten times zero is still zero

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urbanarboriculture:

Artist Peter Cook, grew this living garden chair using tree shaping methods, primarily training a living tree through constricting the direction of branch growth. The chair took about eight years to grow.

he’s wearing crocs

He grew a tree into a chair. He can wear whatever the fuck he wants.

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