black af

Today I’m thinking about Black families whose ancestors built this country. Indigenous communities who were here before it. Immigrants who crossed oceans and borders believing in its promise. And everyone still waiting to feel safe, seen, and free.

a book should be $5 a little drink should be $2 and museum access should be free and all hours

bad news everyone: i have a take

the loneliness epidemic/gen z dead-eyed stare/poor socialization of younger generations and increasing rudeness of older ones is kinda an internet thing and kinda a pandemic thing but it is also the well-meaning chickens of the Stranger Danger movement coming home to roost

something something everybody thinks violent crime is at a high when it’s at a 30 year low, something something training your children to see everyone outside of their family as a threat until you yourself believe it, something something. again this was well-intentioned, people want their kids to be safe, but when you’ve heard “dont talk to strangers” all your life it’s hard to kill that instinct as an adult

but yeah if you’re an early 20-something person, it might be helpful to be directly told this: talk to strangers. that rule only applied when you were a child. you not only should but must talk to strangers

the concept of having MEGAN THEE STALLION and still being like “babe idk if i can be monogamous” IM SICK TO MY FUCKING STOMACH I HATE MEN I HATE MEN

Accidentally put my whole fucking heart into something that wasnt fucking meant for me again fucking hell

i think it’s really essential as an adult to stay silly and goofy and weird