you can now purchase a destroy capitalism banksy print from walmart
Reality has become a commentary on what was already self-aware commentary and I’m so scared of dying alone
so you know that feeling of like ‘YEAH TIME TO RAGE. YEAH GOING TO THE BAR FOR AN ACTUAL REASON’ and then you get out of work and sit down for five seconds and eat chicken and all of a sudden you’re like half comatose…. that’s me right now
The vulnerability at the heart of Beasts is staggering. We should have created a planet where children can be safe, but we have not. One in ten American children live in deep poverty; 2.8 million children live in households that have incomes of less than two dollars per person per day—a benchmark for developing countries. Hushpuppy steers through her world in underpants, wearing white plastic boots covered in mud, her parents lost, the camera lens that follows her scratched or marred. She jousts perilously with sparklers; she lights a gas range and burns down her house; neglected and feisty, she is more wild than free, and her thoughtful face summons archetypes of abandonment.
remember when weed was like some crazy experience and you got borderline fucked up for at least like half an hour
highhh schooollll why are the good parts gone
So at multiple family gatherings so far this holiday season, I have been called radical, extremist, and a hippie.
You don’t understand how angry this makes me. I don’t want to be radical. I don’t want to be an extremist. I believe that racism is bad, women are people, and everyone should be able to work for a living wage. I want to be a moderate person with moderate views and go about a normal life. But no. Wanting human beings to be treated like human beings makes me an extremist.