When I am on the subway or metro or whatever you call it in your city, I watch others. I imagine their lives and I hope for the best. I think of the strength I am (statistically) surrounded by at any moment: people who have survived cancers; people who sacrifice for their children or mothers every day; people who come out despite the odds; people who love and have sex after surviving sexual assault; people who work hard, exhausting, back breaking jobs for their family; people who keep going.
Thank you for letting me imagine your story and glimpse your strength.
This man sat next to me on a bus to Cambridge and immediately began a long, winding, ridiculous monologue that chronicled his world travels and ended up in a description of his Gypsy origins:
“I’m a quarter Gypsy,” he said. “Sicilian Gypsy. That’s hardcore Gypsy. We’re witch Gypsies…are you laughing at me???”
“Because you just sat next to me and started saying ridiculous things.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, I just ate a bunch of THC pills I got at the hospital.”
“How did you get the hospital to give you THC pills?”
“I have AIDS.”
If you don’t get this reference, you’re too young for tumblr.
are you fucking kidding me pixar puts out a movie ever year a baby would get this reference
it’s not pixar it’s a reference to that time in 1994 when lamps became sentient humanoids
many were lost that day
It was a grim day for mankind. My parents took refuge in a cave and thus saved us from certain death; we lived close to a lamp factory at the time and the surrounding region was utterly devastated in the conflict.
My brother fought one off using only an egg whisk and a pogo stick.
Only 90s kids remember the Lampocalypse
My father still has the scars from where one stole his kidney
Lest We Forget….