your crush or whatever not liking you back isn’t really a big deal it just means they don’t like you back. you don’t need to hyper analyze and fix shit that doesn’t need to be fixed cuz it will never end. all you’ll end up doing is trying to recreate yourself and get frustrated when you can’t. growth and improvement is natural and you should want that but not because you want someone to like you back. but because YOU want to grow and like yourself.
I won’t speak for all liberals, but I’d like to see a future where it isn’t a big deal for a woman in full modesty garb to sit next to a drag queen in NYC. It’s become a bit of a sensation, but her and I were just existing. The freedom to simply be yourself in a sea of people who aren’t like you is a freedom we all deserve.
The central irony is that this isn’t some hypothetical future–it’s just present day reality. This is a picture of two ordinary people going about their normal lives despite how haters want to politicize it lmao. So the underlying message is not “future liberals want” it’s “people conservatives want to eradicate”
the underlying message is not “future liberals want” it’s “people conservatives want to eradicate”
It’s so strange that Jonghyun continues to exist in the way I’ve always know of his existence – through video, audio, and text, through the media he created and participated in. Because I was not fortunate enough to have met him or even seen him perform in person, he has only ever existed to me in this way.
And somehow, some way, I still feel the difference when I see these same pictures, these same videos, hear words I’ve heard him say a hundred times. It feels different seeing him now. It’s not a bad feeling, haunting, but not malicious. He still makes me smile, makes me laugh, still makes my heart ache and flutter as he always has, just in a different way because I know he’s no longer “here” with us.
Jonghyun was here. He was human and he was whole. Me not knowing him on a personal, physical level does not change that. He was the media he created but he was also so so much more. He was fucking human and I’ll be damned if anybody tells me I’m not allowed to mourn the physical passing of another human just because I “didn’t know him.” I’ll be damned if anybody tells me what I’m feeling is not fucking “real” just because he was “only” a music artist I saw on the internet.
Lady Jace Of The Fae 
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