sometimes when I'm trying to sleep I think about epistemology or feminism or something and I do this whole lecture/rant/conversation to myself about how wonderful it is and I lie in bed through the night for like 6 hours talking in my head and grinning hey where are you going please wait no don't go
this happens to me every single time i am sick to death of seeing the same thing
why are you reblogging this oh god please don’t
Because you’re right
when someone calls a white person “cracker”
not yet pictured: a very flustered Shepard with matching t-shirt
You know what’s heartbreaking.
It’s what a passionate person Anders is. How much he has bottled up inside him. He feels guilty, blames himself, because he believes that all the anger and bitterness he had in store corrupted the only friend he had left.
And at the same time…