#yes i’m crying

perfectly-princely-emo-nightmare:

Just gonna say it now as an aerospace engineer,

Katherine Johnson is my freaking hero. I aspire to have her level of genius.

I was watching Hidden Figures tonight, and watching Katherine, Dorothy, and Mary work their magic actually made me tear up and I’m not entirely sure why.

These women were fucking brilliant and the fact that we didn’t hear about them until 60 years later breaks my heart.

Imagine what they could’ve done with our modern technology.

Imagine what leaps they could have achieved if they had free reign to hone their brilliant minds.

I hope their grandchildren and great-grandchildren are so proud of what they did, because I certainly am.

i’m good at writing and the words just flow so easily most of the time. i can write childrens stories, i can write essays, i even have a 15 chapter story i wrote in 6th grade, but when it comes to writing about her and how she makes me feel.. the words just suddenly stop.. it all just becomes this emotion.. this feeling that i cant describe. it’s impossible to put into words how perfect she is. the word perfect doesn’t even begin to describe her and no analogy, no metaphor, would even be able to help you completely understand the way i feel when i think about her. i can keep saying she makes me feel warm like that one particular sun spot on the couch on a warm spring day but thats the bare minimum of how it feels. i can say things like safe, and comforting, and calming but again those words even fail to explain just exactly how i feel when shes around. i’m no poet and i’m not some big english major or some shit but i just know that there is not a single word, not a single sentence, not a single metaphor or analogy, not a single image, not one single fucking thing on this huge ass planet that could properly describe the way i feel about her, or how amazing she is, or how i feel around her… it’s so complicated but so simple at the same time..