I’m having a meltdown. When I was 9 years old I read an article in a magazine called Backyard Adventures about how this antelope, the saiga, was on the verge of extinction. I enlisted the help of my best friend and launched a fundraising campaign called Save the Saigas. We sold lemonade, had bake sales, sold belongings, yelled at strangers as they passed in their cars. Our parents were able to match the money we made. Our school helped. It wasn’t much, it didn’t save them, but it helped the organization at least a little bit.
Y’all. The saigas have been saved. A little piece of my passionate child heart that has seemed hopelessly lost and endlessly disappointed for a long time feels so soothed. Maybe it’s not all hopeless. Maybe our efforts aren’t a complete waste. Maybe we keep trying and actually hope for the best.
one of my favorite posts of all time is the "o the pelican" one. genuinely a modern classic imo deserves to be in a museum
you gotta be as gay as possible on the computer otherwise alan turing died for nothing
this comment fucking destroys me. I can’t think about Alan Turing for too long or I start crying.
this is from a real diary by a 13-year-old girl in 1870. teenage girls are awesome and they’ve always been that way.
Read this - oh my goodness, this girl was wonderful.
Where can I read this in full?
It’s from Real American Girls Tell Their Own Stories, and that particular section is by Martha Carey Thomas who grew up to be a suffragist, linguist and renowned educator, as well as a badass lesbian.
