Sometimes I regret that if I had been more of a motivated person in my younger years, I could be in space.
But also, I know that given my physical state and brain damage and such, it was a dead dream as soon as my first stroke happened, two days after birth.
I’m much more proficient these days with my second language than my first, poetic even, but I do still take my time going down the wrong side of stairs, with the rail and my cane to support my movement.
For this and many more reasons, every day I live is a frozen revenge in a boiling summer served to fascists.
Sometimes I regret that if I had been more of a motivated person in my younger years, I could be in space.
But also, I know that given my physical state and brain damage and such, it was a dead dream as soon as my first stroke happened, two days after birth.
Still, a woman can dream.
<3
Guessing based on your writing abilities things turned out in (yes, a different, but) pretty damn decent way
I’m much more proficient these days with my second language than my first, poetic even, but I do still take my time going down the wrong side of stairs, with the rail and my cane to support my movement.
For this and many more reasons, every day I live is a frozen revenge in a boiling summer served to fascists.
Republicans are trying very hard to change that, alas.
Also, fuck Republicans.