this isn’t a big deal but stop letting these gays on social media guide you. nothing is gay culture. everything is gay culture. no need to buy fugly clothes and pins just because. if you don’t wear rainbow top to bottom you’re still a part of the community. clothes can be used to be a means of expression of your identity, but they’re not a tool with which to focus on one part of you in a way which is easy to consume for others. it’s a beautiful sentiment to find togetherness in this community, of course, but you can do that by being friends and being there for each other and by being a good person. help others. that’s the meaning of community. not cold coffee.
Why do we say that capitalism must be “dismantled”?
You’ll hear phrases like “Smash the state!” “Eat the rich!” and “Smash capitalism!”
And, yes, of course, but… :)
However relevant those sayings are, our work must be careful, highly organized and above all planned.
Because capitalism and all of its associated systems are not discrete, abstracted entities we can attack independently.
It is a structure, like a complicated machine with many thousands of working parts…
And right now it is connected to absolutely everything.
If we do this… [picks up huge hammer and smashes the machine]
Then a lot of vulnerable people will die.
The machine was built and improved and redesigned and patched over the course of generations. It is very good at its intended purpose, which is ultimately to generate profit.
Every human being alive today relies on the byproducts of the machine to survive, without exception.
The machine’s engineers want it to keep working like it does. In fact, they want to optimise it.
That will kill all remaining life on Earth.
So, we must destroy the machine, quickly and carefully
We must examine its deadly programs and mechanics and replace them with alternatives we built together.
The engineers don’t want us tampering with the machine.
However, we make it run…
So we can make it STOP. Together.
How will YOU help us to safely dismantle the machine?
sorry, i cant today, im too busy thinking about the part of ‘inside’ where he finally goes out the door and you think its going to be the cathartic, hopeful resolution, and instead he ends up on a stage and has a panic attack and breaks down while the audience laughs at him
like, the most compelling ships for me always stem out of one thing: the characters have a profound, ongoing effect on each other’s senses of selves. when they are apart, the characters’ actions are still affected by each other. the way they approach the world changes because of the other.
which is this deeply Austenian view of ideal romantic relationships as mechanisms by which we come to know ourselves better and become better versions of ourselves. good romance, for me, is always tied in with a sense of self-actualization, and the way in which a beloved partner allows a person to know themselves better.
your existence isn’t just taking up space. you don’t just exist here, you inhabit space that was meant for you wherever you go. a spot for your shoes, a curve in your mattress where you get comfortable, a wardrobe with your scent, half-empty soap bottles, journals filled with your handwriting, a seat in class or place at work or both. this world already has been adjusted to you and you belong here, every part of you does. even if you’d pack up your belongings and move across the world, it wouldn’t be nothing. it would only highlight the fact that you are part of what makes an environment a life, and your absence carries weight even if you don’t think so.
let me tell you a secret – sometimes i think this might all be a bad dream. every now and then, when the world is quiet enough, when the yellow light hits the ceiling just right, i feel like a child again. sometimes i wish i could find the spot where time is the weakest, touch it, tear it apart, and wake up on the sofa, behind my parents’ backs where i’ve crawled after some nightmare. from the tv, a laugh track. i’m pretending to sleep. it’s summer. see, the balcony door is ajar. see, there’s a mosquito trying to get in. see, my heart isn’t aching. see?
