I Love How Cute Little People Come Up Here, After Having Read Or Seen Something Which Moved Them And

i love how cute little people come up here, after having read or seen something which moved them and write about how the character must have felt or what made them do this and the intensity with which they start describing how they felt and related to it in some fucked up way. like thank you so much for bringing this perspective in my life and trusting us with this part of yourself.

whenever you say “race is a social construct” you NEED to follow it up with something like “but racialization of groups of people is real and the consequences of the invention of race have real and devastating ramifications” otherwise you just sound like you’re dismissing racism as fake. like it’s a MUCH more complex discussion than that and you can’t throw around that idea lightly in any context

people are bad and all but when a stranger holds open a door for you and when a stranger picks up something you dropped and when a stranger smiles at you from across the street and when a stranger on a hike wishes you good morning and when a stranger hands you a rose and when a stranger lets you have their seat and when a stranger stops you to compliment your outfit and when a stranger gives you the 5 cents you’re missing and when a stranger jams their foot in the tram door so you can make it and when a stranger says bless you when you sneeze and when a stranger helps you with directions and when a stranger gets you something from the top shelf and when a stranger offers you a piece of watermelon in the park and when a stranger wishes you happy birthday because you’re holding a balloon.. maybe we are worth saving

― Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous

Swimming in the gorgeous Mediterranean off the west coast of Italy

this post beautifully explains why i deliberately watch or read a gut-wrenching story

i love reading sad books bc when your own grief is stopped up inside you like a clogged drain you can grieve for a character on a page and understand that you’re also grieving for yourself a little bit