Let me tell you what happens when abortion becomes illegal.
A mother is forced to go through with a pregnancy that she never wanted. She is constantly shamed and cussed at by society and her own family for ever wanting an abortion. This child once born is often used as a pawn against her. She is manipulated into staying in an emotionally and physically abusive relationship/marriage, all for the benefit of the baby. She is forced to throw away all of her goals, dreams and has to care for her newborn despite her personal trauma.
As the child gets older, it starts to understand. Mommy isin’t crying because she fell over, she hates her life. Mom isin’t being a bitch because she only cares about her self, she over worries about you in fear of you repeating her mistakes that she never told you about. Mom was never lying to you, she was protecting you from the ugly truth. The truth that was inevitable to come out.
The truth that makes you realise how unwanted you were. How you were only needed as a tool of manipulation, a litteral weapon against your own mother. The realisation of how your single existence ruined the life of the person you love the most. Thoughts that mess you up mentally and make you hate yourself.
And honestly? I cannot wish that life upon my worst of enemies. I would gladly give up my life so my mother could have had hers.
Stop telling women what to do with their bodies when it is already the hardest decision she will ever have to make.
~ sincerely, the child of a forced pregnancy.
Reach me down my Tycho Brahé,—I would know him when we meet, When I share my later science, sitting humbly at his feet; He may know the law of all things, yet be ignorant of how We are working to completion, working on from then till now. Pray, remember, that I leave you all my theory complete, Lacking only certain data, for your adding, as is meet; And remember, men will scorn it, ’tis original and true, And the obloquy of newness may fall bitterly on you. But, my pupil, as my pupil you have learnt the worth of scorn; You have laughed with me at pity, we have joyed to be forlorn; What, for us, are all distractions of men’s fellowship and smiles? What, for us, the goddess Pleasure, with her meretricious wiles? You may tell that German College that their honour comes too late. But they must not waste repentance on the grizzly savant’s fate; Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light; I have loved the stars too truly to be fearful of the night. What, my boy, you are not weeping? You should save your eyes for sight; You will need them, mine observer, yet for many another night. I leave none but you, my pupil, unto whom my plans are known. You “have none but me,” you murmur, and I “leave you quite alone”? Well then, kiss me,—since my mother left her blessing on my brow, There has been a something wanting in my nature until now; I can dimly comprehend it,—that I might have been more kind, Might have cherished you more wisely, as the one I leave behind. I “have never failed in kindness”? No, we lived too high for strife,— Calmest coldness was the error which has crept into our life; But your spirit is untainted, I can dedicate you still To the service of our science: you will further it? you will! There are certain calculations I should like to make with you, To be sure that your deductions will be logical and true; And remember, “Patience, Patience,” is the watchword of a sage, Not to-day nor yet to-morrow can complete a perfect age. I have sown, like Tycho Brahé, that a greater man may reap; But if none should do my reaping, ’twill disturb me in my sleep. So be careful and be faithful, though, like me, you leave no name; See, my boy, that nothing turn you to the mere pursuit of fame. I must say Good-bye, my pupil, for I cannot longer speak; Draw the curtain back for Venus, ere my vision grows too weak: It is strange the pearly planet should look red as fiery Mars,— God will mercifully guide me on my way amongst the stars.
- Sarah Williams, 1868
A 392 year-old shark found in the Arctic. This guy was wandering the oceans back in 1627.
“You ruin your life by desensitizing yourself. We are all afraid to say too much, to feel too deeply, to let people know what they mean to us. Caring is not synonymous with crazy. Expressing to someone how special they are to you will make you vulnerable. There is no denying that. However, that is nothing to be ashamed of. There is something breathtakingly beautiful in the moments of smaller magic that occur when you strip down and are honest with those who are important to you. Let that girl know that she inspires you. Tell your mother you love her in front of your friends. Express, express, express. Open yourself up, do not harden yourself to the world, and be bold in who, and how, you love. There is courage in that.”
— Biance Sparacino (How To Ruin Your Life Without Even Noticing That You Are)
maybe this was a dumb idea…
“Do you want to talk about it or be distracted from it” is honestly the best thing you can say to me when I say im sad/in pain etc.
In hopes of inspiring younger generations, NASA created this series of gorgeous retro travel posters that encourage you to imagine a future where common space travel is a legitimate possibility. Source
Small and angry.PhD student. Mathematics. Slow person. Side blog, follow with @talrg.
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