give me love, give me dreams

It would be a shame if the protesters noted that plainclothes cops can be identified a number of ways, such as wearing steel-toed boots; an armband or wristband of a particular color; driving white, black, or dark blue cars with concealed lights; or having the outline of cuffs visible in the back pocket or the bumps of an armor vest’s shoulder straps under their shirt.

It would be a shame if the protesters began making their signs out of inch-thick plywood to stop rubber bullets, forming a tight shield wall to prevent police from singling out and mobbing individual protesters. It would be a shame if the people behind the shield wall held up umbrellas so that tear gas canisters fired over the heads of the front line will be bounced away. It would be a shame if protesters began constructing improvised armor vests out of duct tape, hardback books, and ceramic tiles.

It would be a shame if protesters started wearing safety glasses, hard hats, respirators, and gardening gloves, all of which can be found at the same hardware stores as the plywood. It would be a shame if they started using traffic cones (the kind without the hole in the top) upside-down buckets, or other improvised lids to contain tear gas by placing them over the canisters.

It would be a shame if protesters learned that police scanners are legal to own in the US, allowing them to learn where police are moving and what routes they intend to take. It would be a shame if they discovered that these scanners can be used to send as well as receive, allowing them to flood the scanner frequencies with noise.

and i’ll tell you who i would:

get drunk with

make out with

date

marry

Didn’t even realize I was anxious

“Oh hi. You just caught me reading.. literature” *book flops to the floor*

“What’s the most important ingredient in baking? Well I’ll tell you. It’s love. The second most important ingredient is- is ingredients. So, you know- buy those.”

“I don’t really know what-” *pulls the cabinet door straight off its hinges* FUCKING COCK what-”

*pulls out a bowl* “Got a big fat metal helmet there”

“Which one’s flour again?”

“Where does flour come from?”

“It’s not potatoes, is it, but like- it is though”

“Wheat bisks and lasagna sheets we’re fucking in business”

“AW, COCK!”

“Jamie Oliver, you’ve lied to me”

“That’s gon straight to the heart”

“When in doubt-” *chugs a bottle of wine*

*stirring batter with a cucumber* “WHY WON’T YOU DIE!”

“Avocados.. that’s the wrong page. That’s just the wrong page”

“Not gonna add meat. Meat’s like the opposite of cake.”

“Leaves. Madeline, we’ve got so many leaves”