Goddamn LOOK at this fucking picture. THIS fucking picture. Look at this khaki-chino wearing, shirt tucked into his pants, mother-fucking dad looking motherfucker with his bara muscles threatening to rip that dress shirt the fuck open. I bet he’s wearing fucking loafers. I bet there’s a blazer that goes with this ensemble that doesn’t quite match, but the helpful young lady at Sears talked him into and WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU STILL WEARING THAT BOLO TIE, SOMEONE SHOULD RIDE YOUR DICK LIKE A MECHANICAL HORSE IN FRONT OF THE DOLLAR STORE.
YOU PROBABLY SMELL LIKE OLD SPICE AND SHAME.
shout out to people who are scared to call others out, whose hands shake when they try to explain what’s wrong, whose throats threaten to close up with thoughts of ‘what if i’m just overreacting’, whose hearts are pounding out of their chests because they just stuck their necks out for their beliefs, who have lost friends and respect and safety for aligning themselves with causes