Oh gahhhd. Why must something that reminds me of you even the slightest always appear everywhere?! It never did before! But now your name is freaking everywhere. :[ I want to see it but at the same time don’t.
I don’t wish to ask anyone. But I would like someday to find someone to just listen to everything I’m holding within, so I can let it out and be free of those thoughts, hurts, emotions, etc. Without judging me.
Juno: Also, I think I’m in love with you.
Bleeker: What, you mean as friends?
Juno: No, for real. I think you are the coolest person I’ve ever met. And you don’t even have to try.
Bleeker: I try really hard, actually…
Juno: No, you’re naturally smart. You always think of the funniest things to do. Remember when you passed me that postcard during Spanish class, and it was addressed like, “Junebug MacGuff, Row 4, Third Seat From the Blackboard”? And it said, “I’m having fun in Barcelona — wish you were here”? That was hilarious.
Bleeker: I was just bored. I only think school is awesome like, 80% of the time.
Juno: Plus, you’re the only person who doesn’t stare at my stomach all the fucking time. You actually look at my face. And every time I look at you, the baby starts kicking me super hard.
Bleeker: It does? Wizard!
Juno: I think it’s because my heart starts pounding when I see you.
Bleeker: Mine too.
Juno: Basically, I’m completely smitten with you, and I don’t care if I’m making an ass out of myself right now, because you’ve seen me make an ass out of myself a million times, and you still want to be my friend.This.
to pray that is. It was so overwhelming to see these girls that were my age, and younger, walking in with their mothers to get “a problem taken care of;” to see volunteers giving me a smile that was meant to get the point across that they hated me; to see parents going in with toddlers on their hips and in their hands. I was sobbing about 95% of the time I was there. How can a mother choose to have her child and then decide that her daughter’s child is a burden? God will provide if you choose life. People don’t realize the potential that this child has to grow up to be. This child will never get life, ever. There will never be a soul quite like that soul. Who knows what they could have done? Looking up past the building and through the tree, I looked to the skies and cried out to God for redemption for America. This country has become so desensitized that murder happens right in our own backyards. As Horton professes so boldly in Horton Hears a Who, “A person is a person no matter how small.” Doesn’t the same apply here? One of the volunteers at Planned Parenthood knocked a child with angel’s wings right out of a woman’s hands that was praying outside the clinic today. I heard a resounding crash and an abrupt silence. After those first few intial seconds, the woman who was holding it said, “That’s okay. I forgive you.” To love like that, it takes guts, and God. I was overcome many times today while praying with a hatred towards the women going, the doctors performing the abortions, and the volunteers helping that I was shaking. But I would stop myself because that’s what he, the Devil, wants me to do. He wants me to hate. I can’t give him that satisfaction, so I would remember the prayer of St. Francis of Assisi, especially when he says, “Where there is hatred, let me so love.” Learning to love in the midst of such terror is a hard lesson, but one that is worth it. The women that have gone through with their decisions have a long, hard journey ahead full of anguish and regret and mourning over their child’s life which they have ended. But I need to love them despite that. If I don’t, then they won’t be healed, and God is a God of mercy, and doesn’t want my heart to be hardened towards those who need someone to listen most of all. So I hope this changed your mind, or at least opened your closed ears just a little. Abortion may help you now, but in the long run, it hurts more than the child and yourself; it hurts those around you, your relationship with God, and even those who don’t know you— such as myself— to see that you don’t even care about the life of another.
I watched that movie, Horton hears a Who, and was thinking the EXACT same thing! How can that line not also apply to abortion!
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someone play scrabble with me so we can do this?
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hahahah YESSSSSSSSSS
