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
i feel like mr. brightside is one of those songs you’re gonna hear on the radio in the car 20 years from now after not hearing it in forever and your gonna just start sobbing bUT ITS JUST THE PRICE I PAY DESTINY IS CALLLLINGNG M E and your kids are gonna be like is she okay
I was so close that I could fucking taste it! But, this space in my heart kept growing bigger and bigger, and tonight it just hit me…
You cannot be apart of my life. You aren’t healthy for me, and kept up this charade because I really did care about you and wanted to see where things would end up with you.
I only wanted the one thing you would never give me: a chance. So, I’m putting this to an end.