#cwleafonthewind

Is this just “make Phi cry a lot day”?!

Me:  *let’s post this goofy picture of you as a dumb republican, awaits outcry and horror and mockery*

Me:  *is immediately flooded with love*

I truly believe--and I’m not just saying this--that we’re on the precipice of a shift.  A cultural shift, a shift in values, and a shift in priorities.

We’re going to be the generation that in fifty years, we’re screaming at our grandchildren to vote as we hobble up to our polling places.  We’re going to be the generation that remembers how hard it was to fight for LGBTQ rights, and will stand up for whatever civil rights we’ll be facing in fifty years.  We’re going to be the generation that HAD ENOUGH and will change the US’s gun policies, will improve our healthcare, and will fight for as long as we live against racism and bigotry.  

I tweeted this when I was in North Carolina and the tweet went viral, so it’s worth mentioning again.

My grandmother (Grandfather’s girlfriend technically, but she was a grandmother to me) was a bigot.  She was racist.  She was horrifyingly homophobic.  She warned a cousin of mine against living with a gay roommate because they might “touch her child”.  

But at 97, she fell completely and totally in love with a lesbian married couple next door to her who helped her garden and cleaned her house for her.  The couple brought over dinner for her multiple times a week and Betty used to email me gushing letters about how sweet they were and how impressed she was by their work (one was a nurse, the other worked with autistic and disabled children).

She kept their wedding photo on her mantle and I remember an email where she complained to me about how some of their relatives refused to come to the wedding and how upset that made her.

Character moodboards | Castiel - Supernatural

You know, I’ve… I’ve been here for a very long time. I remember many things. I remember being at a shoreline, watching a little gray fish heave itself up on the beach. And an older brother saying “Don’t step on that fish, Castiel. Big plans for that fish. I remember the Tower of Babel- all 37 feet of it which, I suppose, was impressive at the time… I remember Cain and Abel, David and Goliath… Sodom and Gomorrah. And of course, I remember the most remarkable event. Remarkable because it never came to pass. It was averted by two boys, an old drunk… and a fallen angel. 

sephora: absolutely no cover or places to comfortably huddle. no privacy whatsoever. not hostile, but sterile. unpleasant. the only plus side is that you’ll get good recommendations from employees about what cosmetics can withstand your cry. 2.5/10

an art museum: an excellent cry; good atmosphere; nobody will bother you; can claim to be moved to tears by the art. 8.9/10