We’re the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War’s a spiritual war… our Great Depression is our lives…….
Some days, I just really love my dad. It’s not that I don’t love and miss him every day, but some days it just falls into perspective. Some days, I just know to my bones that I’ve been lucky to have someone like that.
it genuinely baffles me that men don’t want women in positions of power because “they’re slaves to their hormones/emotions” and yet one of the first lines of defence when it comes to rape cases tends to be “it’s hardly his fault look at what she was wearing how could we expect him to control himself”