I would say happy birthday, America, but unfortunately I love abortions and immigrants and public education and universal healthcare and Black people and the environment and not bombing children with my tax dollars.
fast car by tracy chapman came on at the pride party and suddenly ain’t shit funny because i remember when we were driving . driving in your car speeding so fast felt like i was drunk
The kindest thing literature does is remind you that your peculiar little feelings have always existed. Someone, in some century, was equally confused by love, bored by society, tired of performing, and hungry for meaning.