Over exposed
My perfectionism has turned against me. I’ve turned against myself. Now I’ve got no one to hate or blame but me.
WELL FAAAKKK
“A song for milly…”I haven’t said a word for weeks, because they’ve been keeping me from you…he’re we go, hold on tight and don’t let go. I won’t ever let you fall.””
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Here’s the thing about jokes. They only work when they’re aiming up. I wrote this in another piece recently, but I’m just going to plagiarize myself: People in positions of power simply cannot make jokes at the expense of the powerless. That’s why, at a company party, you never have a roast where the CEO is roasting the janitor (“Isn’t it funny how Steve can barely feed his family? This guy knows what I’m talking about!” [points to other janitor]). Because that would be GROSS, and both janitors would have to work late to clean up everyone’s barf. Open-mic comedians, I know you think you’re part of some fresh vanguard in alternative comedy who just discovered that a lot of black ladies don’t like it when you touch their hair, but pleeeeeeease just stick to stuff about how your stupid girlfriend is a bitch. (Just kidding. Please never speak again.)
– A Complete Guide to ‘Hipster Racism’(via npr) Via NPR
Ready to find it
Growing up I was obsessed with being perfect. Now I’m obsessed with never attempting to be good enough again…There’s got to be some middle ground.
I am listening to Envy on the Coast
“Never, never,Don’t even fuck with me, I tell myself that I know,But I’ll never know more than your name. So I bottled it up and kept the words to myself,let the anger collect for a better day.When t…”
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