Im smoking made up shit

There's always a moment of intense cultural whiplash whenever I realize I'm talking to someone who thinks "legal" and "illegal" are meaningful categories and ascribes innate goodness to following the law. It's like meeting a space alien.

sure he understands leftist theory but does he believe feminism is a worthwhile and rigorous school of thought which is inextricable from class struggle

I think if I heard I Gotta Feeling by The Black Eyed Peas in the correct circumstances it could move me to tears. It's like the promise of a brighter future that never came to pass

I really do believe there are an infinite number of miracles, life-saving exchanges, intimate embraces and fleeting glances of beauty just patiently waiting for us to be receptive and vulnerable enough to meet them