“The moon, it turns out, is a great place for men. One-sixth gravity must be a lot of fun, and when Armstrong and Aldrin went into their bouncy little dance, like two happy children, it was a moment not only of triumph but of gaiety. The moon, on the other hand, is a poor place for flags. Ours looked stiff and awkward, trying to float on the breeze that does not blow. (There must be a lesson here somewhere.) It is traditional, of course, for explorers to plant the flag, but it struck us, as we watched with awe and admiration and pride, that our two fellows were universal men, not national men, and should have been equipped accordingly. Like every great river and every great sea, the moon belongs to none and belongs to all. It still holds the key to madness, still controls the tides that lap on shores everywhere, still guards the lovers who kiss in every land under no banner but the sky. What a pity that in our moment of triumph we did not forswear the familiar Iwo Jima scene and plant instead a device acceptable to all: a limp white handkerchief, perhaps, symbol of the common cold, which, like the moon, affects us all, unites us all.”
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E. B. White, July 26, 1969
Truth.
(via explore-blog)
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1:27 pm • 29 August 2012 • 931 notes
I hate politics, and I hate vagueness in politics. If I have to deal with listening to your views on whatever the fuck, I want you to tell me exactly how you feel about abortion, how you feel about the death penalty, how you feel about gun control, immigration, the space program, drug regulation. Get some dignity and just admit that you think no pregnancy should be aborted, even if it’s caused by a rape, that you think money shouldn’t be spent on space exploration. That’s fine. I might strongly disagree with you, but fucking say it. Don’t give some vague answer that leaves you toeing the line between sides of an issue. Fuck you. Who gives a shit about your votes? Leaving yourself a way out means you’re scared and unsure of what you’re saying. If you clearly state what you believe, some people, perhaps a lot of people, will hate you. But you won’t care. If I disagree with you, I won’t vote for you. That’s all there is to it. Life moves on. You live on with your belief that you’re doing what’s right, keep touting your views, and I live on pleased that I didn’t vote for someone I disagreed with.
But no, everyone’s a fucking liar, and vagueness is the choice method of expression so no one “steps on anyone’s toes.” Break their fucking toes, and get the fuck over it if you lose.
8:34 pm • 28 August 2012 • 1 note
This is slightly old news, but thinking about pregnancy and Arizona’s new legislation on when exactly pregnancy begins (about two weeks prior to conception, apparently), aren’t I always pregnant?
Can I throw a baby shower?
Actually, since pregnancy is based on when my previous menstrual period begins, before any fertilization occurs, doesn’t this also mean that when I menstruate I’m simultaneously newly pregnant and having an abortion to end my previous pregnancy?
I always knew I was good at multi-tasking.
Really, though, I am sick of these weak arguments. “Doctors often designate gestation as starting from a woman’s last period.” Fertilization occurs microscopically underneath pounds of flesh and viscera. You try finding out the exact instance it happens. Just buck up and say it. You don’t want women to have abortions because you think it’s wrong, sinful, murder. If you really want women to stop, take over the world and force us. Get over us hating you for it, accusing you of taking away our rights. It is what you are doing. But remember, it’ll be okay because you’ll go to heaven, pure and shining.
Frankly, I’m fine with you thinking whatever you wish. I’m also fine with going to whatever hell you think exists.
12:30 am • 28 August 2012 • 5 notes
tes mots, ils débordent comme l’eau
12:44 am • 27 August 2012
There is nothing like losing everything in a crowded room where no one knows you and everyone is real and lost.
Your hair in your face
Gasping for new air
Pushed and pulled and thrown
I don’t want to feel like anything more than human, which means completely insignificant.
1:16 pm • 25 August 2012
My friend, if you stopped existing, I know I would be devastated, but perhaps after coming to terms with you, I’d come out better, healthier, free.
3:28 am • 25 August 2012 • 1 note
I’m sorry
time does not stop when you sleep
dreams will not come when you ask for them
you have no control over anything
7:48 pm • 23 August 2012 • 1 note
