Sometimes I’m overwhelmed by how deeply hurt and evil this world can be and other times I’m stunned to silence by its beauty so I suppose the only thing that’s certain is that its here, and I’m in it, and I’ll do with that what I can
relationships with ur parents are so weird, arent they? like… i hate you for what you did, i love you because you bring me soup when im sick. i want to get away from you. i feel safe with you. i want to run away from you. i want your hugs. i wish you understood me. i wish i understood you.
why is it so difficult for ppl to distinguish between “this person is a literal bigot and should not have a platform” and “this person is not actively malicious but has accidentally done a couple harmful things that should be addressed” and “this person has made a few poor taste jokes several years ago but has since grown as a person” and “this person simply just didn’t know the ‘proper’ term for something”
