bibbitybobbitybitch

When you are 13 years old,
the heat will be turned up too high
and the stars will not be in your favor.
You will hide behind a bookcase
with your family and everything left behind.
You will pour an ocean into a diary.
When they find you, you will be nothing
but a spark above a burning bush,
still, tell them
Despite everything, I really believe people are good at heart.

When you are 14,
a voice will call you to greatness.
When the doubters call you crazy, do not listen.
They don’t know the sound
of their own God’s whisper. Use your armor,
use your sword, use your two good hands.
Do not let their doubting
drown out the sound of your own heartbeat.
You are the Maid of Untamed Patriotism.
Born to lead armies into victory and unite a nation
like a broken heart.

When you are 15, you will be punished
for learning too proudly. A man
will climb onto your school bus and insist
your sisters name you enemy.
When you do not hide,
he will point his gun at your temple
and fire three times. Three years later,
in an ocean of words, with no apologies,
you will stand before the leaders of the world
and tell them your country is burning.

When you are 16 years old,
you will invent science fiction.
The story of a man named Frankenstein
and his creation. Soon after you will learn
that little girls with big ideas are more terrifying
than monsters, but don’t worry.
You will be remembered long after
they have put down their torches.

When you are 17 years old,
you will strike out Babe Ruth and Lou Gehrig
one right after the other.
Men will be afraid of the lightening
in your fingertips. A few days later
you will be fired from the major leagues
because “Girls are too delicate to play baseball”

You will turn 18 with a baby on your back
leading Lewis and Clark
across North America.

You will turn 18 
and become queen of the Nile.

You will turn 18 
and bring justice to journalism.

You are now 18, standing on the precipice,
trembling before your own greatness.

This is your call to leap.

There will always being those
who say you are too young and delicate
to make anything happen for yourself.
They don’t see the part of you that smolders.
Don’t let their doubting drown out the sound
of your own heartbeat.

You are the first drop of a hurricane.
Your bravery builds beyond you. You are needed
by all the little girls still living in secret,
writing oceans made of monsters and
throwing like lightening.

You don’t need to grow up to find greatness.
You are stronger than the world has ever believed you to be.
The world laid out before you to set on fire.
All you have to do
is burn.

elkaydee

cowbuttcrunchies:

pinkodak:

Alright, guys. I don’t post much about my personal life on here and I certainly never ask much of anyone, but I’ve run into a problem I simply can’t handle alone. I adopted a kitten a little over two years ago and named her Auryn (the medallion from The Never Ending Story). I brought her with me when I lived out in Norton, VA with my sister Lizz / imsosrsly and once there (and once she was old enough) I got her shots and de-wormed her and all the wonderful things that go along with raising a beautiful baby kitty. 

She was strictly inside and spooked easily, but she was also brave and super cuddly. I have terrible anxiety and was having an extremely stressful time at Norton, but when she was there with me, I always felt better. She even enjoyed watching me play Minecraft while laying in my lap. We’ve moved again and brought her along with us to this new house.

A couple days ago, while most likely trying to catch bugs on the porch, we think she fell. We found her with a messed up leg. We googled a lot of possibilities as to what was wrong, but obviously you never know until you take them to the vet. I spent a good part of last night messaging friends on Facebook to help me take her to the vet this morning (thank you to all of you who were supportive and sweet) and I did get a ride from my wonderful mother.

And here’s the bad news: her back right leg is completely broken and described by the vet as “shattered” and “the worst he’s seen” there at the Animal Hospital. I am honestly devastated because she’s been through so much with us and has really become a part of our family. 

Even worse news: we don’t have the money to pay for her surgery. Mom is currently working and so is Lizz and I’m trying my hardest to get mine and Courtney’s shop open, but it isn’t enough on top of being behind on bills and gas and just having gotten back from Dragoncon and everything else. The surgery the vet wanted us to get, from a surgeon in Blacksburg, would run about $2,000 to $4,000, which is out of the question for us. However, they will operate on her at the Hospital for $400. This is on top of the $200 that we had to spend on her visit today. We simply don’t have the money, but I can’t stand the thought of her not healing or getting the treatment she needs.

The deadline for her surgery is the end of next week on Thursday, September 18th. So I’m asking that if any of you are better off than we are, please donate for her. Even if it’s just a little, that helps more than you know. I’d like to set a goal for us of about $700-$800, just to cover the surgery and future meds and visits. But just raising the $400 would be a blessing. Thank you all so much for taking the time to read this and possibly donating or even just reblogging this post!

Please make your donations to Lizz’s paypal account, since I don’t have one: Lizzeh_mo@yahoo.com

Hey guys so we NEVER reblog stuff like this onto our cosplay tumblr, but anyone who’s followed us for a while knows how important cats are to us!!  Shan and Lizz are our friends and great cosplayers and GREAT PEOPLE and they need help to get their baby the help she needs.  Please, please, think about donating or signal boosting or anything.