The sun isn’t bright just because I say it is. It just is. It was bright before I even knew the word for bright. I didn’t decide what it is, I acknowledged what it is.
You aren’t worth something just because I say you are. You just are. You were worth something before I even said anything. I didn’t decide that you are, I acknowledged that you are.
This is what I mean when I say “You are worth it.”
This is great.
I have no words.
so sick of tumblr romanticizing T͚̪̩͇̩͈͖͙̤̣͖͙͍̬̦̝͖̕͜ͅͅH͈͇̮̠̳̘̰̳̹͕̫̬̥͙̼͓͜͠E͏̵̵̢͎͇̼̭͓ ̴̡̖̣̙͍̘͎̰̱͇̯̼̩̘̮̞̬̜͈̀̀͠V̸҉̛̻͕̟̙̞̪̞̳̕Ǫ̶̢͉̻̣̟̪̬̺̣̭̟͈͙̯̳̞̼̗̺͝I̡͚̘̣̙͚͈̮̦̝͓̲̞̪͜D̶̥͖̣͍͔̳͕͎̭̥
My local water park is draining their pools but before they do they’re having a ‘Doggy Day’ where you can bring your dogs and have them splash around and play for awhile
“what if the aborted baby could have cured cancer???”
oh my god what if the last egg I bled onto a kotex product could have cured cancer??
oh my god how am I not birthing every possible egg I produce, lest one of those resulting babies be the person who cures cancer/AIDS/creates world peace????
what if that baby could have been a musical artist described by pitchfork as “liberace with a metalcore twist”????
how dare i not be pregnant/birthing all the time always?????