I wish I was a better storyteller to make sense of tragedy. I anchor myself to this: love is not just a sentiment, it is the birthplace of change. We are stronger, smarter and more resilient than hate and hopelessness.
the booing perfectly captures the american desire to consume with no critical thought, to escape from anything that doesn’t coddle. attendees are upset at being confronted with the genocide our gov is financing/facilitating while AT a parade celebrating native american genocide
speak up please speak up. palestinians are cut off from any kind of communication. no internet access, international calls are not working. there's no space for your neutrality right now. people are being wiped out literally, don't be a part of it.
There is a natural order. Baristas are supposed to undercharge you if you are young and gay looking/pierced and you are supposed to be nice and tip back. God frowns when you upset this
People say, “Why were there no autistic people in the past?” but then you read biographies of famous scientists or poets who were deemed “eccentric” and “struggled socially” and “their families thought they were possessed by demons”
there’s no strict time frame for your pain to exist inside of. if it hurts you, it hurts you. if you feel betrayed, feel betrayed. feel your emotions all the way through. don’t force them down because you don’t want to make shit weird. shit got weird when they fucked you over.
Congratulations to people who don’t get obsessed easily. I can’t relate but I’m sure it’s lovely. Unfortunately, I only know how to let things consume my entire soul.