youre gonna look so goddamn cool
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When old men’s tales are called religion and philosophy?
Right this minute, there is someone going through chemotherapy shopping at your grocery store, buying popsicles and ice cream to help their sore mouth, and worrying what the cashier is going to think.
There is someone on hemodialysis buying white bread instead of whole wheat, trying to keep their phosphorus levels reasonable between appointments and hoping for the best.
There is a person attending intensive outpatient treatment for their eating disorder who has been challenged by their therapist to buy a Frappuccino.
There are dietitians picking up a dozen different candy bars to eat with their clients, who feel ashamed and guilty about enjoying them.
There is someone who just doesn’t have it in them to cook right now, and this frozen pizza and canned soup will keep them going.
There are people recovering from chronic dieting and semi-starvation who are buying chocolate and chips at their deprived body’s insistence.
All around us are people listening to what their bodies need and attempting to make the best possible choice within a context of overwhelming food pressure. All of their choices are valid, and every single one of these foods is “real.”
i dont get offended at white people jokes even though im white because:
- i can recognize white people as a whole have systemically oppressed POC in america, which is where i live
- most people when they make white people jokes only mean the shitty white people and i am not a shitty white person
- im not a pissbaby
my white friends that have reblogged this give me life
4. Sometimes I am a shitty white person and the jokes remind me to FUCKIN STOP
5. I can begin to fight unjust social conditions by accepting that jokes will not contribute to systematic material harm of white people like me.
California has every single element of a place that makes the middle of the country the butt of jokes. There are so many people there because it is simply a better place to be for reasons that are impossible to deny if you’re there. Now I understand why Anthony Keidis wrote 8 songs about California and 1 about Michigan even though he’s from Grand Rapids.
Carina has the best tumblr friends ever. I could not have imagined unanimously enjoying the company of that many people at once before this trip. Hopefully I’ll see one or two of them for some important photos in the foreseeable future.
Arizona State Motto: “Don’t worry! It’s a dry heat!”**
**correct pronunciation of the motto requires any exposed parts of your face to be sloughing off in a molten-yet-somehow-dry heap**
Oatman reminded me so much of the tourist traps in American Gods that I want to reread it now and see if Neil Gaiman actually did mention it. The wild burros and gift shops were surreal.
Utah is so gorgeous that it just makes you want to marry everyone around you.
Colorado and everyone therein are suspiciously gorgeous. I was blown away at every turn. If it wasn’t the landscape, it was the ubiquitous new construction and “Now Hiring” signs. I ate mexican food with cactus and coconut dark chocolate ice cream and felt like a god. Psychologists everywhere. Carina’s friends took such good care of us and made us feel completely welcomed and refreshed after a few shady motels on the previous nights.
Some things happened in the middle states, but not nearly as often as nothing happened.
I was reminded again how cool Carina’s mom is. What a boss. It’s not hard to see where Carina gets it (cue Carina snorting in disbelief at the idea that she is a total boss like her mom).
I made some new friends! Especially Carina’s sister-in-law Sam, who is clearly oneofusoneofusoneofus. I don’t have words for the feeling of being told 3 separate times on this trip “I feel like I’ve already met you! Here’s a hug.” If I’m ever a movie actor and the director calls for happy tears, this is now my go-to memory.
I feel like I have the energy to get through summer now.