Smth About Winston Smith From 1984 Is So Squishable. I Want To Hold Him In My Fist And Squeeze Really

realizing you hate Holden Caulfield because he reminds you too much of how you acted in high school.

"democracts always say that this election is the most important one yet" yes because we're in the flaggy bit of the history book that could either end with "end of american democracy, lead up to war world iii" or "tensions fizzle, beginning of post trump restoration" depending on how you vote. like every election since 2016 has been "the most important election yet" because trump won in 2016 and trump has made his desire to be a dictator clear.

in fact, i don't think 2008 or 2012 were given the same weight of "this is the most important election ever" because we were not living in the dangerous time of a dictator literally trying to take over the united states

“in order to create loving males we need to love males” means teach boys that they can be themselves without being less of a man. it means being encouraging and nurturing of their emotions so they don’t become cold and hateful. it means showing boys, early in their lives, that they have value outside of what our society deems proper masculinity. what it doesn’t mean is that it’s our job to handhold men who see women as walking sex toys through the concept of empathy, and maybe if we’re really really nice to them and don’t say things that hurt their feelings they’ll stop killing us for saying no

you guys ever hear a character say something so gay you sitting there trying to figure out how you were supposed to interpret that platonically?!

If I may, let me add a list of resources to support Ukraine as well.

I know that in internet/24 hour new coverage time it’s been an eternity since Ukraine was attacked, but we cannot forget them.

Sunflower of Peace

Boston-Based Non-Profit Helping Ukraine | Sunflower of Peace

Sunflower of Peace Foundation is a Boston-based non-profit organization committed to providing medical and humanitarian aid to Ukraine since

if you're feeling powerless right now—and god knows I am—here's a reminder you can donate to the National Network of Abortion Funds, the Trans Law Center, Gaza Soup Kitchen, the Palestine Children's Relief Fund, and hundreds of other charities that will work to mitigate the damage that has been and will continue to be inflicted

life continues. we still have the capacity to do good, important work. that matters

if a libertarian dies in a shootout with the feds they go to the big Action Park in the sky

BITCH FINALLY SOMEONE SAID IT THIS IS WHAT I’VE BEEN SAYING

EVERYONE THOUGHT I WAS INSANE FOR THIS BACK IN HIGH SCHOOL AP LANG

Aldous Huxley walked so that horny wattpad authors could run. What a king.

broke: a/b/o originated from a shitty study on wolf pack dynamics

woke: a/b/o originated from A Brave New World

…this just sounds like asmr.

Mind control that doesn't dominate your thoughts, it just... is your thoughts. Perfectly rewriting your will and everything it embodies. Not a single trace of resistance because this is just what you want. Why would you resist your own thoughts? Why would you disagree with your own motivations, your own desires?

Mind control that doesn't shatter once it's done, it just disappears. You don't snap back into awareness. You barely even notice. You just continue as if nothing ever happened. Maybe one moment you look back and you frown, because thinking on it, you remember when you happily followed that person out of town, and you remember what you did, you remember wanting to... but that's crazy. Why did you think that was okay? Why did you want to do that?

Or maybe you were under this mind control for so long that even once it's over you look back and say, "Oh, of course I did that." As far as you're concerned you've always held the beliefs you do now. You've always wanted to do these things. You don't remember why, but you've never had to think of why, and it doesn't matter anyway when you've always been so confident that you're right. It isn't until you're challenged on it all and reminded that you never used to be like this, that you were different before, that something has changed that you finally falter. And you try to think of where this all started, try to figure out why things changed -- and all you can really remember is an entrancing pair of eyes, and a gentle suggestion, and then your own mouth responding, "That's a great idea. Let's go."

And suddenly, you realise that you have no idea how much of what you are, what you were, and what you believed you always have been is just a lie. You don't know whether any thought you have now is really yours or just another preciously placed prompt. You don't trust your impulses, you don't trust your desires, you definitely don't trust your judgement.

You don't trust yourself. And you never can again.