If you asked me now who I am, the only answer I could give with any certainty would be my name. For the rest: my loves, my hates, down even to my deepest desires, I can no longer say whether these emotions are my own, or stolen from those I once so desperately wished to be.
No, you can’t deny women their basic rights and pretend it’s about your “religious freedom.” If you don’t like birth control, don’t use it. Religious freedom doesn’t mean you can force others to live by your own beliefs.
Loneliness is the human condition. Cultivate it. The way it tunnels into you allows your soul room to grow. Never expect to outgrow loneliness. Never hope to find people who will understand you, someone to fill that space. And intelligent, sensitive person is the exception, the very great exception. If you expect to find people who will understand you, you will grow murderous with disappointment. The best you’ll ever do is to understand yourself, know what it is that you want, and not let the cattle stand in your way.
Bucky Barnes was the best brother-in-arms any soldier ever had. He was braver than me because he didn’t have any serum making him stronger and faster, but he never hesitated, never faltered. He always thought he had to live up to my expectations, to the symbols I represented, but I don’t think I could’ve done it without him, and I was never prouder than when I saw him pick up that shield to carry on in my place.
To define racism only through extreme groups and their extreme acts is akin to defining weather only through hurricanes. Hurricanes are certainly a type of weather pattern - a harsh and brutal type - but so too are mild rainfalls, light breezes, and sunny days. Likewise, racism is much broader than violence and epithets. It also comes in quieter, everyday-ordinary forms
Matthew Desmond and Mustafa Emirbayer in What is Racial Domination? (via kidonacloud)
I love it when people are like, “Oh my god, your nitpicks about race, gender, sexuality, etc. are so exhausting and stupid! Why does everyone have to have their little label? People are so demanding! They must have too much time on their hands to be worrying about this meaningless shit! Who cares if I’m not getting my cis-whateverisms right? Why should it be up to me to be sensitive? Why do I have to do all this work?”
You, as an individual, do not. You don’t have to do anything. You don’t have to move. You don’t have to care. You don’t have to change anything.
And when you’re dead, it won’t have mattered. The ten-thousand-year knot of human oppression will include your bones. You will have helped unravel nothing, and no fucks will be given about how still you sat in your comfortable chair.