crusty white man: i idolize this misogynistic, racist male character with a violent superiority complex that was meant to be a commentary on men like me but i’m too dumb to realize that, he is just like me!
some girl with dyed hair: i idolize this quirky, alternatively dressed female character with a bubbly personality and many friends because i think she’s cute and funny, she’s just like me!
you fucking assholes: these two things are the exact same
i feel like makeup and beauty and whatever culture has so many ppl convinced that what they want is to be hot, when what most of us want is to be comfortable in our appesrance :/
like, objectively, i know i’m less depressed but how/when do i get rid of the substantially self destructive urges lol
Stickin ur feet in a river is cleansing. You just roll up your pant legs and step into the stream. Bam. You’re a new man.
Y'all can keep at it with that “Romeo and Juliet fell in love in five days how immature” shiz but Macbeth went from no murder to yes murder in like one afternoon and I feel like one of those is a significantly bigger problem than the other
In his defense his wife triple dog dared him and called him a pussy
Chopper
American
19thC
A raccoon at sunset. Out-of-doors. v. 2. 1932.
yes so wrt that quote i was reading this book and it talked about how white queers have come to liken queerness to race (metaphorically) and how that has the consequence of making queer of color identity illegible, because race is only used as a metaphor for white deviation from norms
sometimes im like wow ive been sad since i was like 12 but then i look back into like this blog and like. im still sad but its a much less pervasive and horrible sort of sad. its a sad ive learned to manage nd im proud of myself.
me: showers entirely in hot water always
me: why my skin so dry!