i’m moving to iowa in february for 10 months
meeting for small men. please bring an instrument.
it is honestly very hard not to be bitter towards someone who has a drug addiction that has ruined their own life, their child’s life, and their family’s lives. i understand that they deserve sympathy, but at what cost? how much should someone have to suffer and sacrifice in order to help someone else get better? how much time, money, and effort before you can walk away and say you’ve done all you can? you never get that time back. when is it finally ok to say enough is enough - you’re not going to get better, so now i have to focus on me? if nothing but resentment is left, how could you possibly expect to help someone? you know that good person you once knew is under there somewhere, but they’re not here now, and maybe they wont ever come back.
my 32 year old sister broke into our mom’s store last night and stole the money out of her cash register and then came home and acted like nothing happened
why go as a ghost for halloween when you can go as a bisexual and be just as invisible
trends that need to be destroyed: considering “proper representation” anything that “avoids stereotypes” while in the same breath vilifying all individuals who just so happen to fall into harmless stereotypes
if you care about a group, you care about e v e r y o n e in that group, whether they’re ~stereotypical~ or not. employing respectability politics and self-policing to pander to oppressors’ fragile sensibilities is a disgrace