We’re obsessed with the idea that poor people might take more than they need, but we almost never question why billionaires are never satisfied with what they already have.
i remember sitting in the cinema and silently sobbing through the whole finale, only to realise that all women in the room where in tears as well because they knew as well. it was the silent moment of girlhood i wish i could experience again
I’m kinda losing it I’ve never been the biggest Superman guy but the thesis of “happiness and kindness is punk rock” is undoing years of grime, lethargy, and pessimism that I’ve acquired as I aged. I legitimately feel the urge to just lead with kindness in the face of it all