Sometimes you lose people, and there’s just nothing that you can do about it. Sometimes you lose something that you love. Sometimes you’re replaced by someone else and shifted to a not-so-important place in that one confidant’s heart. Sometimes relationships change and you end up feeling a little bit lonely. Sometimes you just aren’t the right fit, you just aren’t the soul that that other person needs.
Rest in peace beautiful. Heaven has truly gained an angel. You will be remembered for your wonderful voice and amazing covers. You didn’t deserve this but you are now in a better place smiling down on us. We love you angel.
According to popular history, Baartman was born in 1789 in the Gamtoos Valley of South Africa. When she was barely in her 20s, she was sold to London by an enterprising Scottish doctor named Alexander Dunlop, accompanied by a showman named Hendrik Cesars. She spent four years in Britain being exhibited. Her treatment caught the attention of British abolitionists, who tried to rescue her, but she claimed that she had come to London on her own accord.
Baartman lived on in poverty, and died in Paris of illness in December 1815. After her death, Cuvier dissected her body, then displayed her remains. For more than a century and a half, visitors to the “Museum of Man” in Paris could view her brain and skeleton until she was peacefully laid to rest.
Her lungs ached so much more than what she’d intended, her legs feeling more like jelly with every passing step. The uniform she wore making her a a target for those that lurked beyond the safety of the wall.
The safety that was once provided for her.
When one of the four heads of the high society had been murdered, the accused someone Pearl had closely pursued and followed behind without hesitation, there were limited choices for her. Perish an unbearable death of starvation or get the hell out of there with her superior.
Now, she had to wonder if her escape was going to be as ill-fated as staying. Rose had been taken away in a van, and she was left. Granted, it wasn’t necessarily a decision Rose had made. If anything, Pearl had volunteered without hesitance. She’d expected that a renegade guard would be more welcomed upon by those on the outside. Those that lived through the radiation and nuking.
She had been wrong. The blue and white insignia plastered to her chest was a give away, and the horrors she’d heard about the other side were holding true. they were savage, violent.
She didn’t even see the tree stump, her foot catching on the edge as she toppled forward and landed on her hands. She was expendable. She’d devoted her life to protecting the four powers above her, and now she’d apply the same concept to protecting Rose. She was expendable. It just didn’t matter what happened.
As she pressed her hands into the ground, her body disagreed and gravity pulled her down. “Help,” she choked out. She’d take anything she could get. She’d do anything to survive. Rasping, she called out again for help as she pulled herself to sit up, back firmly against a tree. With a defeated sigh, she swallowed back her tears and opted to assess her ankle and cuts. The white of the outfit was tinted with blood, the visible aspects of her skin were marred with forming bruises, and her ankle just hurt.
This was it. This was a more prideful way to die than starvation.
Your pal milo has lost his book deal. This time next year he'll be a nobody. Good riddance to the pedo, we won't forget who defended him.
Fuck off. He’s clearly being misrepresented. You people are disgusting. He was fucking victim of sexual abuse as a child himself. You scum fucks would rather try to destroy his reputation than address his arguments. You’re fucking cowards. The sad part is I don’t even agree with him on most things but what the media is trying to do here is underhanded and disingenuous as fuck. As far as him becoming irrelevant, good luck. This will, in the end, bring more attention his way than ever.
"You're under arrest for one count of complaining too much." "Sorry..." "You're under arrest, so... I'll definitely throw you in the slammer when we get back to the guild. Don't you forget it." "I won't."
i won't shiver in the cold
i won't let the shadows take their toll
i won't cover my head in the dark
and i won't forget you when we part
i won't heal given time
i won't try to change your mind
i won't feel better in the cold light of day
but i wouldn't stop you if you wanted to stay