it is so upsetting listening to so many males talk about all of the times they have gone on road trips alone and slept in their cars alone or on the side of the road, or travelled overseas alone and slept on the floor of strangers homes or in parks or at hostels, and they appear to have such freedom in that they are able to be alone in ways that females, unfortunately, cannot. and there is an ignorance surrounding this in that these boys never seem to comprehend just how fortunate they are that strange people and unfamiliar places and the dark of night are not their enemies but rather exciting, promising things.
“Yes, my consuming desire is to mingle with road crews, sailors and soldiers, barroom regulars—to be a part of a scene, anonymous, listening, recording—all this is spoiled by the fact that I am a girl, a female always supposedly in danger of assault and battery. My consuming interest in men and their lives is often misconstrued as a desire to seduce them, or as an invitation to intimacy. Yes, God, I want to talk to everybody as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night…”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
honestly so important, i even have part this journal entry tattooed on me its so important
it’s both a huge comfort and a massive heartbreak to me that i’m not the only one who thinks of this all the time…
“Oh, you have to be patient with older people, they’re from a different time, things were different when they were growing up.”
In the middle of the Civil War, Newton Knight deserted the Confederate army and went back home to Ellisville, Mississippi where he teamed up with other deserters and escaped slaves to fight a guerrilla war against the Confederacy, eventually making it impossible for the Confederates to move troops or supplies through south Mississippi between the Pascagoula river and Alabama. After the war, Newt married a Black woman and bullied other white dudes into joining the Union League. What the FUCK is your excuse, Meemaw?
also much as i hate to mention the solo movie when chewie introduced han to the wookie they found in the mines his first reaction was to pat hans head like you would when you meet a new dog
To further the analogy of Han is the Dog, According to various canon sources, a Standard Human in the Star Wars universe has a life expectancy of roughly 100-120 years. A Wookie has a life expectancy of around 400 years.
So, caring for Han for Han’s whole life is a commitment of less than a quarter of Chewie’s life. It’s like having a dog that lives to 20-22. A long term companion, but one you know you’re probably going to outlive.
listen………………………………………..knuckles has lived alone his whole life. shadow has been frozen for 50 years. silver is from the future. blaze is from another dimension. basically what im saying is theyd all fall for updog.
Yes but Shadow would punch you in the face, Silver would stare at you like a confused puppy, and Blaze would sigh disappointedly.
listen………………………………………..knuckles has lived alone his whole life. shadow has been frozen for 50 years. silver is from the future. blaze is from another dimension. basically what im saying is theyd all fall for updog.
Monsters and Stuff 