Much of my faith, I put in high places. Heaven notwithstanding. I loved, once, a tall girl. Would tiptoe, at times, to see her better from afar. To kiss her was a world-record feat: I’d get light-headed at the altitude. She loved me too, I think. The way God touches all…
“I’ve always assumed that history is fully as speculative a discipline as writing science fiction. Our narrative of history changes as we go along, and hundred years from now, the deep past—assuming that technology continues to emerge at the same rate—the deep human past that those people will be able to see will be quite unrecognizable to us.”—William Gibson [x] (via edwardspoonhands)
a restaurant in my hometown got a review that said the servers should “show some skin” so the owner added a potato skin special to the menu and all the proceeds from the special go to the west virginia foundation for rape information services (x)
When a financial institution asks me my “mother’s maiden name” as a security question. Because it’s assumed that I have at least one and no more than one mother in my life AND that she married AND that she gave up her own name AND that that part of her identity was erased enough from my public history so as to be a password to access my private information.
Committing suicide is a crime in the US not so that we can punish the depressed, but because, if it weren’t, it would be illegal for the police to enter a home to save someone they suspected was about to kill themselves.
There has to be reasonable belief that a crime is currently being committed or is about to be committed for the police to enter private property.
This had confused me for a long time and this explanation makes so much sense!!