I think people need to understand that part of living a healthy life is having different people who understand different parts of you, so that you don’t overwhelm your friends and expect too much of them, or ignore valuable relationships because they feel “incomplete”.
We all want to be fully seen and understood, but it’s not shallow or meaningless to just have a pal you talk about TV shows with who isn’t also, like, your platonic soulmate. That’s still your friend! You still enhance each other’s lives with your company. Not everything that matters is profound.
I think a lot of you are lonely because you’re waiting around for someone who sees into your soul instead of just plain old lookin’ at the people in your life, finding common ground, and planting a little garden there. Even if that garden only grows Star Trek fan theories and memes, it’s still good.
It just… makes me real sad that you guys can’t imagine a friendship where you don’t talk about sex and trauma constantly, or that you think these are prerequisites for “real” friendship. Like, it legitimately breaks my heart.
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“The closer rebel characters come to a definable ideology, the more likely they are to be written as villains. At the same time, the emotive aspects of rebellion - the heroism of the underdog, the thrill of fighting the power - are rendered safe for public consumption by taking out any explicit political ideology. … The effect of all this is to suggest that violence is somehow more sympathetic the less its perpetrators believe - that heroism decreases the more detailed your policy proposals get. If Luke Skywalker was fighting for galactic communism, or Daenerys intended to create a series of peasants’ councils to govern Westeros, or Harry Potter wanted to smash the Ministry of Magic and overturn wizard supremacy, we would have to confront serious and difficult questions about when political violence is appropriate, for whose benefit, and for what purposes. I don’t believe those are questions pop culture is incapable of asking. They are questions we do not want to ask.”
— Alister MacQuarrie, Outlaw Kings and Rebellion Chic (via secularbakedgoods)
I don’t remember where this story was from but it was about how the writers older brother died when he was young and years later had a son who, had never met the brother had the same mannerisms as him. Ok I think I remember the key words were “my son drinks from the water fountain like my brother” or something