last night my bestie and i watched a moth fly directly into a fire pit, and it was so millennial-coded we both just kind of sat there saying things like “wow, big mood” and “that is a vibe.”
There’s a reason why victims confided in Bree and Salty— none of you. If you think this level of vitriol against rape culture on an internet forum is unacceptable you are never getting your socialism or whatever you fantasize. Getting what you want is going to be incomprehensibly more uncomfortable.
when I worked in cafes in Boston there was this dude who worked in the theater scene who dressed like an extra in the rocketeer and made vague passes at the hot alt lady baristas. we called him the not so great gatsby.
I used to tutor this guy from Germany and he would send me messages on Snapchat with the abrupt confidence of someone who has not slept in two days, and the messages would always be things like “I found small magic men in the Black Forest, older than God and wise”
the moral inversions are piling up again. sure wish there was a compassionate way to engage nuance instead of just ripping the thought terminating cliche dab rig
there is no leftism without uncompromising foundation in personal ethics— if you can’t stand being wrong in your moral judgments, you are already a fascist. if you identify with good and disidentify with evil, you are already a fascist. we are born into a slaughterhouse-prison— as warden and inmate.
