I don’t think I’ll ever forget you. But when I think of you, I won’t be remembering you as love, because you were far from it. I’ll remember you as my biggest heartbreak. You were a maybe. An almost. You were my dream that came to life, but for it to last was too good to be true. And to this day, I don’t think there’s anything more tragic that’s happened to me.
c / maybe one day you’ll become less of a core memory
oh, i am finally old enough to know why my parents took so long to grab their coats. why they would ask us to get ready to go only to sit down for another round of coffee. what would i tell myself, at 10 years old? it’s okay. sit down with them too. take in the extra hour with your friend and her family. when you get home, write down every moment in your diary. one day you will be older and you will be waving goodbye to your best friend, and you will turn the key to start your beat up little car engine, and you will look back over your shoulder. her hair will be blowing in the wind and she will be beautiful and you will be, for a moment, struck by all of it. what you will feel is so wide and nameless that it will engulf you. and you will think of being 14 and kicking her under the table in math every time you wanted to whisper something behind the teacher’s back. you will think about how long the days felt, and how you could hold her hand whenever you wished, but you didn’t. and you will think about all of the people you could have lingered with. and you will wish, more than you have ever felt a wish, that the universe just gave you that - more time to linger. more time to say - i love you. i know i need to leave, but i don’t want to leave you. and when i go, i am leaving a piece of my heart that lingers too.
one more round of coffee. the days are so short, and you are so lovely.
Worse, thanks to what is called “shifting baseline syndrome,” changes that initially seem extreme come to be accepted as normal over time. The next generation of children, who will never remember how many birds (or butterflies or hedgehogs or manatees) once existed in the wild, will not hear anything eerie in the silence. Once a mass murder is complete, its victims tell no tales. When humans killed the last of the giant “Steller sea cows” several hundred years ago, the memory of these mega-manatees faded away quickly, and now they seem like something fantastical. We know that “in just over 100 years the world lost as much forest as it had in the previous 9,000 years,” but when nobody is left alive who remembers the old forests, the loss is not felt.
libfem: nuh uh that’s essentialism! you’re acting like men are fundamentally bad for being men. men have the capacity to be good and women have the capacity to be evil, actually. fuck you.
the boomer christian white ladies that comment “God Bless LOVE IS LOVE” on gay couple fostering/adopting kids youtube videos do more for gay rights than any genderist or trans activist ever has.
black trans woman threw the first brick who
‘we need to fight for lgbtqiap+ rights, respect our pronouns, not having sex with us is a hate crime’
I can’t believe this was made unironically. A trans woman is literally a wolf in sheep’s clothing. (That is, a man in women’s clothing)
Self burn
OMG, this really is so fitting.
Because putting on a sheep costume doesn’t magically transform a wolf into a herbivore, right? Doesn’t change him from predator to prey?
Like, I can just see how the comic continues. A well-meaning sheep will come in and see him. She will want to be supportive and will be all like “Oh, hi, fellow sheep, may I sit with you?” And the wolf-in-sheep’s-clothing will feel so freaking validated, right, and say “Yes, please!”
The waiter comes over again and takes the sheep’s order. “A large pasture greens salad, please. Extra forbs!!!” Since the wolf-in-sheep’s-clothing ordered before, his food arrives pretty soon… and it’s a heaped plate of raw meat and organs.
The sheep is shocked. She thought the other animal was actually truly a sheep on the inside? This couldn’t be right. “You, um, didn’t feel like having forbs today, haha?” she jokes uncomfortably.
The wolf-in-sheep’s-clothing gets defensive. “Not every sheep is a herbivore, you know!”
The sheep is floored. “We kinda… are?”
“Well, I’m a sheep and I’m a carnivore, so clearly, carnivorous sheep exist.” It’s said with a little growl. The sight of his canines makes her heart beat faster.
“Right, of course. Sorry.”
And then he rips out her throat, because that’s what wolves do.
A wolf in sheep’s clothing is someone who pretends to be something they’re not to gain the trust of the people they plan to prey on. How could this not be satire?
The cat represents people who are condescendingly validate genderhairs for woke points.
And, since the cat is also a carnivore, it isn’t concerned about the risk to sheep.
