until you said that it never occurred to me that the woman in STEM was the scientist and not the rat. i was just like “hell yeah, this rat is a powerful woman pioneering lifesaving technologies as a rescue ranger”
why are we sleeping on this
official women in STEM post
why did reading “I am a RescueRat, I’m here to help you” make me fucking tear up
and is your shame helpful? is it inspiring goodness and change? or is it keeping you frozen in time unable to move on and be everything you have expanded to be?
We spoke. What was it we said? That I needed to know what was inside the lighthouse. That moment’s passed. It’s inside me now. It’s not like us. It’s unlike us. I don’t know what it wants, or if it wants. But it will grow until it encompasses everything.