John Green is an “easy target” because he’s a smug elitist and a passive-aggressive bully. he’s a sniveling little weasel who feels put upon because his interests are slightly different from those represented as typical for an ideal male subject, but who will never, ever do anything to undermine or betray the inheritance he has received as a result of that subjectivity. instead, he’ll whine about how he’s actually the ideal male subject and everyone would be better off if we accepted that and other men tried to be more like him. see his horrifically sexist pontifications on how “nerd girls are an untapped dating resource” for a good example of this.
Satire can be racist. You don’t just get to say racist shit, call it satire, and say you’re not a racist.
I think the most painful realisation comes when you find that you cannot speak your mother tongue as well as you do the language of the land where you grew up. My English is evidence of this. When something as simple as a colour, or the name of an animal in your mother tongue leaves you dumb. Yesterday I could not find the world for ‘turtle’ in Somali, only after my mother reminded me, did I recall knowing it.
We betray our mother tongues, for the languages of nations who will never fully accept us. We let the strangeness infest our mouths until we forget how to accommodate our original tongues.
big shoutout to myself for being miserable again
just wanna get rich enough to buy my mom all the shit she deserves and then die
You Were Afraid
You Were Afraid | Night Beds
Oh, you were the one to know that
All this love we had, we didn’t