Once, some girl came to my house and started yelling at everyone inside, so I tricked her into coming down into the basement before locking the door on her. I kept her there for ages, and just before she starved, I’d toss in food to keep her alive. Even as my family aged up over time, I continued…
Here’s a test:
I’m holding a baby in one hand and a petri dish holding a fetus in the other.
I’m going to drop one. You chose which.
If you really truly believe a fetus is the same thing as a baby, it should be impossible for you to decide. You should have to flip a coin, that’s how impossible the decision should be.
Shot in the dark, you saved the baby.
Because you’re aware there’s a difference.
Now admit it
woah.
what if there was no backspace key and you had to live with your mistakes forever
A typewriter, that thing you’re thinking, it’s a typewriter
I was actually thinking of a computer without a backspace key
(Source: bangays)
*seductively whispers in your ear* what do you want from mcdonalds
