|Everything thrifted except ye olde Docs, from Etsy.|
|As you can see, I was too lazy to lace them up for the photo.|
|Annnnnnd, without that Lisa Loeb-y jackety thing.|
Also, I want to share this link to MoveOn.org's petition to oppose the new GOP legislation that would redefine rape. Please, do a little googling about this issue if you're not familiar with it and have the time -- I know not everyone has the luxury to read about this stuff like I do. But this, I think, is quite important. I have been sexually assaulted. I have had someone have sex with me when I was passed out (yes, I was drunk, but no, no one can consent to sex when they're passed out). Did I wake up with bruises and broken bones? No. Was I raped? Yep. It took me years to understand that a drunk girl, even a really fucking drunk girl (or drunk/impaired man, or genderqueer, or transgender person) like me, is not "asking for it." But I know it now. I want to protect other people, and I want the government that represents me to do the same.
Keep caring. <3