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I don’t know if you guys have ever noticed, but these two book covers are actually pretty special.
At either side of the American covers, there are curtains. Book One and Book Seven are the only books with curtains on the cover. Think of it like a Broadway show. The curtains raise to begin the performance and close when it’s over. Whether this was intentional or not, it’s very fitting. Book One reveals a world new to all of us. We don’t know what’s on the other side, only that it’s full of adventure and magic and new friends waiting to be made. Book Seven’s curtains are there to signify the end of our journey. Everything has been solved and put to rest and the story is over (even though it’ll never really be over). The beginning and the end.
So whether or not this was intentional, which I bet it was, always pay close attention to book covers, as you never know what you may find.
Also, we’ve now moved one side of the arches to the other side. It’s like now we are part of this world after the last one when we’ve started as strangers looking in towards this new magical world.
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best. post. ever. made. on. tumblr.
i never stop reblogging this
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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.
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