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.
THEY ARE KILLING INNOCENT PEOPLE IN THE STREETS CAN YOU EVEN IMAGINE HOW THEY ARE TREATING THE HUMAN BEINGS IN THE CONCENTRATION CAMPS?! THIS REGIME MUST FALL.
Attending a protest meant to support immigrants, in light of all the ICE raids, and turning it into a brand photo op is so fucking insensitive.
While we are scared of possibly being deported, they are out there monetizing our fears.