Because You Never Know When...

coronavirus stop ittttttt. like for real STOP

what do u mean “what have i been up to” … i’m out here ruining my own life as always bitch

[ID: photo of a brown brick building in a city, with other city buildings visible behind it, and a light post in the foreground to the right side. On the brown brick building there is a rectangle section painted white. On the white is black text in all capital letters reading “You are personally responsible for becoming more ethical than the society you grew up in.” End ID]

resist the urge to give up on healing just because it is slow

Can I watch a great film knowing the actresses in it were terrorized and mistreated the entire time? Can I watch a football game knowing that the players are getting brain injuries right before my eyes? Can I listen to my favorite albums anymore knowing that the singers were all beating their wives in between studio sessions? Can I eat at the new fancy taco place knowing when the building that used to be there got bulldozed eight families got kicked out of their homes so they could be replaced with condos and a chain restaurant? Can I wear the affordable clothes I bought downtown that were probably assembled in a sweatshop with child labor? Can I eat quinoa? Can I eat this burger? Can I drink this bottled water? Can I buy a car and drive to work because I’m sick of taking an hour each way on the subway? Whose bones do I stand on? Whose bones am I standing on right now?