You don’t know unconquerable dignity until you’re a Rez Dog with no resources making ends meet on the daily all winter long and the spring is finally here; the cards are stacked against him, yes, but he has no owners, no one controls his footsteps, he cares not about his Rez status or the BIA, the USA and all their Federal Indian Doctrine of Discovery racist bullshit keep-you-in-poverty ideologies- he is his own, providing how he can and still looking stoic as hell doing it.
i want to create a tv show about a group of friends where they’re all queer except the one token cishet friend who’s only there to say stereotypical “straight” things for laughs like “macklemore got me into rap” and “my mom and i got into a fight because she wouldn’t buy me a fourth obey snapback”
I keep thinking oh man, I’m so immature. How am I allowed to be an adult.
Then I spend time with teenagers.
And it’s like, wow, okay, yeah. I am an adult. I am so adult. Look at me adulting all over the place.
The western idea of diversity is to consume Other.
date a boy who reads. or better yet date a 37 year old recent divorcee with a highly diversified stock portfolio who’s looking to feel young again and can treat you to what you deserve
Ron’s just like “srsly tho, we’ve been dealing with this sh** since 1st year. Dude’ll be fine, you watch. He’s gonna be walkin in those doors in like three seconds carrying a flock of unicorns he saved from an acromantula”
carrying a flock of unicorns he saved from an acromantula