Trans people should be held on a higher level of respect than cis people in a capitalist society because they had to work for it while cis people got their gender as a hand out
I'm on the bluegrass music part of youtube right now and i stumbled across this comment on a really talented banjo cover
The idea that some serbian dad is in the same part of youtube as I am and his 5 year old son is hearing this fire banjo rendition of Foggy Mountain Breakdown for the first and going absolutely ape shit he likes it so much that he's running and jumping all across and around their house is just sending me. Peace and love on planet earth.
Everyone talks about how what mickey went through was terrible because it very much fucking is but I feel like svet also got a raw deal because she very clearly didn't know what was going on with mickey and Ian and how Terry was really seriously going to kill them both and then she gets pregnant and Terry is like my son is gonna marry you and she doesn't have the full scoop so she's like yeah sure, moving up is moving up, and now she's a new mom with a gay husband that can't look at their son without seeing the worst day of his life, can't look at her without seeing a life he physically can't have, and no one thinks as a little girl that their marriage is gonna go like this. Like dude she deserved a lot better than Terry Milkovich and his unending reign of terror
“Nobody’s going to want to sit on high-speed rail for fifteen hours to get from New York City to LA.”
Me. I will sit on high-speed rail for fifteen hours. I’ll sit on it for days. I’ll write and read and nap and eat and then do it all over again. I’ll stare out the windows and see America from ground level and not have to drive. I’ll see the Rockies and the deserts and cornfields and the Mississippi River and your house and yours and yours too. I’ll make up stories in my head about the small towns I see as we go along. I’ll see the states I’ve yet to see because driving or flying there is a fucking slog and expensive to boot. I’ll enjoy the ride as much as the destination. And then I’ll do it all over again to come the fuck home.
Sorry, sorry, but manipulative hurt/comfort is fucking cocaine to me. The predatory aspect of it. The vulnerability—500% better if the hurt party knows they're being manipulated and is past the point of caring. The juxtaposition of sweet and sharp flavours. Barkbarkbark