all aboard the trash train

She can come n catch these hands

i don’t think anyone outside of Germany understands how scarring it is to hear the words “Fresh Dumbledore”. you do not know that there’s a whole generation of Germans out there who get thrown back in time upon hearing those words… war flashbacks of “wer zum Teufel ist Amanda”, “Voldemort hat einen Stein nach mir geworfen”, “SCHINKEN!” and “Ich bin alt, ich bin bald tot, aus grün mach rot. Klatsch!”… those and so many other quotes still haunt me.

Kim Namjoon is the greatest leader ever.

*insert any kpop idol*: I’m so sorry I got one (1) zit, I got lazy with my skin care, I’ll be sure to take care of it and look pretty for fans soon!

​i feel like some people are missing the point of this post entirely so to make things abundantly clear: this has nothing to do with being naive, “delusional” or living in some “romantic” fantasy world. the point of this post is a very specific, very withering, insidious sort of nihilism in which any gesture of kindness is dismissed as inherently pointless. it’s cynicism for the sake of it and it doesn’t challenge a thing - all it does is affirm and maintain the same shittiness that made you bemoan the world to begin with. it contributes nothing other than telling people that trying to be good is a wasted effort because sometimes people are deliberately shitty. yes, sometimes people are shitty. spectacularly shitty, mind-bogglingly shitty. but that’s the choice that they have made. and i am not going to sit here and dismiss all the good that has been done, that can be done, because of someone else’s choice. that’s not living in denial or ignoring that terrible things happen - it’s about acknowledging the terrible things, being angry (viciously, incandescently angry) and acutely aware of them, yet actively working to make the world a better place regardless, in whatever way you can. that’s not naive, and it certainly isn’t some frivolous little game - it’s fucking exhausting. it’s very, very difficult to remain hopeful in hopeless times, to keep fighting for even a fraction of the things that need to be fought for - but it’s very easy, incredibly–dangerously–easy, to wash your hands of the whole thing, to turn your back on it because “oh, there’s no point. that’s just the way the world works”. that’s not profound. that’s a self-fulfilling prophecy that fools itself into thinking it’s in on some grand, dazzling secret that everyone else is too much of a naive, doe-eyed idiot to grasp: “the world is terrible, why bother?” fine–and then what? the world keeps being terrible, because no one bothers. people have died, keep dying, over and over, because no one bothers.

“please rise for the national anthem”