"what Was Your Childhood Like?" Idk I Wasn't There

mind if I come over and behave somewhat like a scared animal before I adjust

freak men

"But if we resort to violence we're just as bad as them!"

One man did with 3 bullets what decades of peaceful protesting failed to do. It sent a message. For the first time in decades, the ruling class was afraid.

And now, barely 3 months later, things are back as they were. Not because Luigi's act of violence wasn't effective, but because it was forgotten as a one-off thing and treated as a trend. People Idolized him for his actions but not for the reason they were done.

One man's act of violence was enough to shake the foundations on which this country is built, the rot that had eaten away the hearts and minds of the people had been pushed back, and for the first time, there was clarity in the minds of everyone. There was no Left or Right, there was simply the Working VS the Ruling.

One man was enough to cause the closest this country has ever come to class consciousness, to solving real problems. Imagine ten, a hundred, a thousand more just like him.

i just want everyone to know that if I ever find a way to get that highly romanticized gay cowboy life y'all may never hear from me again. I'll just go.

thinking about the “need a achilles to my Patroclus” and realizing I met my achilles, All I can think about is my home girl..let’s call her tree.. Every time she looked at me it felt like she was looking into my soul, holding it in her hands and whispering how everything’s gonna be okay. She made me feel like a person, brought me back when i spiraled, cleaned me up when i relapsed. Moving away felt like leaving apart of my soul behind with her. Maybe we wouldn’t work out as a couple but she was my everything. She was my weird, silly situationship/homoerotic friendship from 7th grade, I KNOW.. 7th grade “your too young to be in love” blah blab blah. Then why does my heart beat to the syllables of her name when i think of her. Why is her name carved into my heart.

on another note, i don’t think she likes me anymore, on her birthday in October i texted her happy birthday and she didn’t respond until i texted her about my birthday IN AUGUST OF THIS YEAR. but yknow im not hurt, okay i am but lets pretend im not, but yknow i know she saw it, i saw the read receipt, hopefully she saw it and just forgot. I always loved to see her eyes light up when i reminded her about sleepovers, was it casual? yes? no? all of the above. Yeah, we kissed but it wasnt US it was our made up characters; Kyle and Jake the frat boys discovering their feelings for eatchother and having to keep it a secret from the other guys in the house. I was Kyle, i wore my hat backwards, sagged my khaki shorts and lived in sandals. Jake did the same but he was also smart, or maybe that was just tree, gosh she was so smart, she was extremely well read, incredible at writing, a skilled mathematician and she could play the guitar.i would give anything to be by her side on the bus taping trash into our sketchbooks, and laughing about kyle and Jake, while one of the songs she was learning played from her voice memos. I liked how she always had corded earbuds, gave me a reason to be close to her, I remember sitting on her balcony, cigarettes after sex playing from my shitty iPhone speaker as we smoked a cigarette we stole from her mom. Our other friends were inside fast asleep on the extra mattress, Tree let me sleep in her twin bed with her, the town was quiet, the moon was lush and everything was perfect.

god knew id be too powerful if I was socialized properly

Things that society considers autism an excuse for

Nazi salutes

sexual assault

Things that society considers autism not an excuse for and things that people think children who do should be met with violence

using the wrong tone

showing too much or too little emotion

asking questions and having an authority figure take it as "arguing"

at least sisyphus only had one never-ending task. i have like 50 and all of them cost money