Think Big, Aim High, Expect Nothing.

My new year's resolution. I get my fair share of moments where I need to write. A lot of it goes unfinished so my thoughts stay lost in my head. This year, my new theory is that unfinished work out in the world may not make sense, however, it leaves the chance for another to complete it. So I might not be able to allocate enough time to complete a thought, but if its good enough, someone else hopefully will. Not sure how to sum this theory up yet, but it will happen in due time.
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Hard days work at the dentist deserves a treat lol (at Roscoes Famous Deli)

Peruvian lunch :)

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lulz-time:

sciapodus:

the correct way to get hit by a car

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An Open Letter to Rep. Akin From A Woman Who Got Pregnant From Rape 

paxamericana:

Dear Rep. Akin,

My name is Shauna Prewitt. You do not know me, but you should. I am one of the approximately 25,000 women who every year become pregnant as a result of rape, and I would like to help you better “empathize” with my story.

During my final year of college, I experienced an event that was so absolute in its effects that, since it occurred, it has figured as the point of reference from which all understandings and meanings of my life now stem: I was raped.

I do not know if, in your terms, it was “legitimate rape.” Yes, I cried hysterically. Yes, I fought until my body ached. And, yes, I changed afterward in ways I could not ever imagine.

Before my rape, I lived normally. A variation of a story you might hear about any other 21-year-old college student. I was young, vibrant, confident and excited about a future that had never felt more within my grasp. In a single, life-altering moment, all of that was stripped away. Physically (and I would say tauntingly), I looked the same after my rape, but inside I felt trapped and incapable of attaining or doing anything because I now was degraded, fearful, weak and powerless. Every moment during and after my rape was an agony. Not even 22 years old and my life, as it seemed, was over. Did I respond legitimately enough for you?

In the aftermath of my rape, my method of coping — no, my method of surviving — was to resolutely pretend that my rape had never occurred. I treated it as a fictitious nightmare. I convinced myself that if I just lived as I had “before,” I would be as I had “before.” Different plans were in store for me. A month after my rape, I learned I was pregnant from my attack. From this realization, I felt many things. Scared, shocked, even betrayed by my body.

But, most poignantly given your recent horrifying comments, I felt raped. My pregnancy legitimatized my rape. It had happened; this was real.

Given your underestimation of the powers of the human body, I suspect you abruptly have concluded that you know how my story ends. But never underestimate the intricacies of human feeling and experience. Although I would not be able to articulate it for months, I was experiencing a most curious emotion toward the life growing inside of me, an emotion that both enlivened me and caused me to experience an intolerable shame.You see, to my surprise, I did not altogether hate the life growing inside of me. Instead, I felt a sort of kinship, a partnership — perhaps the kind that only develops between those who have suffered together — but, nevertheless, I felt a bond.

I admit that these feelings made me feel, for a long time, like a “bad” rape victim. Why did I not feel hatred? Why, instead of being a source of further darkness, did this pregnancy feel, at times, like a small source of light? Perhaps the answer is as simple as this: Just as being raped did not override my body’s natural ability to get pregnant, rape did not altogether override my body’s natural response to being pregnant. It was not an overnight decision, nor was it an easy decision, but I ultimately decided to give birth to, and then to raise, the child I conceived through my rape. Neither getting pregnant from my rape nor finding unimaginable joy from raising my daughter during the past 7 years makes me an “illegitimate” rape victim.

Though I felt dead after my rape, my body was acutely alive. How could the very essence of being a living human being — that is, creating life — ever diminish that I had been a victim?

Today, I am attorney and the busy single mother of an amazing second grader. My rape is responsible for both of these roles. You see, I enrolled at Georgetown Law School after learning, firsthand, that pregnancy from rape creates unimaginable obstacles for women who decide to raise the children they conceive through rape. In the vast majority of states, a rapist has the same custody and visitation rights to a child born through his crime as other fathers enjoy. In 2010, a paper I wrote on this topic was published by the Georgetown Law Journal, and I continue to travel throughout the country speaking on this issue. 

I believe that the way we as a society, and especially legislators, speak about rape — often wrongly and without a sound, reasoned basis — restricts our ability to pass laws offering meaningful protections. After all, why pass a law restricting the parental rights of men who father through rape when too many legislators argue (without any reliance on science, fact, or experience) that “legitimately raped” woman never would decide to raise a child from that crime? Why pass a law when raped women cannot get pregnant from their rapes?

Rep. Akin, your statement poses another setback to the cause that I have fought passionately for since my life changed forever when I was raped and became pregnant from that rape at 21. But your statement has not landed on deaf ears or weak legs. My rape did not end my life and, in a profound way, I have become a stronger person after my rape. I will fight to extinguish your inflammatory statements just as ardently as I fought to reclaim a vibrant life.I hope you will find my concerns “legitimate.”

Sincerely,

Shauna Prewitt

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Ramadan Begins

#Ramadan, the Muslim holy month, begins around the world this weekend. No food or drink is allowed from dawn to dusk during Ramadan, but when it’s time to eat, the suhoor (morning meal) and iftar (evening meal) can be feasts.

Muslims believe Allah revealed the first verses of the Quran to Prophet Muhammad during Ramadan. The sighting of the new moon officially signals the start of the holiday and since the Muslim lunar calendar moves back through the seasons, Ramadan starts 11 days earlier each year under the Western calendar. The holiday began in Thailand and Indonesia on Friday. India, Pakistan, Malaysia and Bangladesh will start Saturday or Sunday.

Steamrollin’ Monday

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To choose doubt as a philosophy of life is akin to choosing immobility as a means of transportation.

Yann Martel (Life of Pi)

Little Things I Love - {Bookshelves}

I want my future house to have a bookcase in every room like these! ooh I can even theme the rooms with genres I love….

All you need is love. But a little chocolate now and then doesn’t hurt.

Charles M. Schulz (via booksandnerds)

Love is a temporary madness, it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion, it is not the desire to mate every second minute of the day, it is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every cranny of your body. No, don’t blush, I am telling you some truths. That is just being “in love”, which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.

Louis de Bernières (Captain Corelli’s Mandolin)

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and it may be necessary from time to time to give a stupid or misinformed beholder a black eye.

Jim Henson (via booksandnerds)

Although this is true, you’re forgetting (x^n)s, cos (x), and the many other graphs that not only intersect but interplay with each other. Don’t discount the occurrences you have with other types of people - you might actually become pleasantly happy. 


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Life lesson for the day: how to jump a car…success! (Taken with instagram)

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