every now and then there is a random celebrity death that seems to have materialized out of thin air to the point you didn’t even think it was an option for them to do, and it makes absolutely zero sense. yet it gives a strange yet pointed reminder that life is so, so precious.
America should have a universal job guarantee. We have so much work to do as a country. We should have centers that I can show up to at 7am with my ID and get assigned work for the day. Trash clean up, food pantry distribution I mean the possibilities are endless
Cults require too much ‘together’ time, and as a person who enjoys their solitude and not listening to a man speak for too long, I know I would be excommunicated within a week.
The studios are going to watch us during the opening weekend of You, Me & Tuscany. They want to see if an original screenplay does well. They want to see if a Black rom-com does well. I know we can show up and support this movie. This is the movie that we have been waiting for.
This type of shit pisses me off so bad. White rom coms flop all the fucking time yet they’ll keep doling out money to make em. But let one black movie flop and they won’t give a black writer/director/producer the time of day for the next decade