The monsters in your head
are frightening for the very same reason
everyone believes they should not be,
they aren’t real,
because day in and day out
you must live with the knowledge
that your own mind is working against you,
whispering dark things in the middle of the night,
disobeying your desperate cries to stop,
your own mind is a murderous adversary,
an enemy under your own skin,
and nothing is quite so terrifying.
If you defend a guy for his nudes getting leaked (“aw it’s okay we still love you1!1!1!!!”) but then shame a girl for her nudes getting leaked (“what a slut she shouldn’t have taken them in the first place!!1!1!!!”) I hope you step on many lego pieces at once.
there are people in the fandom who can
- write fanfictions
- draw fanarts
- create gifs
- think of theories
- edit stuff
and then there’s me
But there’s you, who
- Read our fanfictions
- Like/Reblog/Commission us for our fanarts
- View our gifs
- Support our theories
- Are amused by our edits
You are just as important as the rest of us.
I have studied the notion of time,
like Joyce’s Ulysses, under LSD,
as it moves me away like exhaled
air and pulls me in—into a hoot,
or a howl, where love loves
to love love. The sun has not
not yet risen like a marble of a hazy
reality—faded linearities. The sun
might be like my…
Really, regarding these JLaw nudes, the answer is really simple: stop considering the appearance of nudity—no matter how it is portrayed—as a form of shame.
YOU JUST GOT TWO!!!!!!!