Being 10 years old and making your debut in epigenetic trauma research all because you noticed your caterpillars still loved you after becoming butterflies is so profound and poetic and impressive. I love children and their incredible hearts and minds!!!!!!
the kind of cartoonishly evil entitlement you must have to think you can just destroy OUR moon. everyone’s moon. the moon humans have looked up at and admired for thousands of years. who the fuck are you to flippantly blemish our moon forever