schmidtyho

me, standing in front of the nearest hospital at 2am, banging pots and pans together: REMOVE! MY! UTERUS! REMOVE! MY! UTERUS! REMOVE! MY! UTERUS! REMOVE! MY! UTERUS! REMOVE! M

spookyscaryscouticus

garbagey dr: WHAT IF YOUR FUTURE HUSBAND WANTS KIDS?