me on the outside: it’s just a movie
me on the inside: why the FUCK didn’t the school of rock win the battle of the bands
Horror movie trailer editors struggling to find a children’s nursery rhyme that already hasn’t been used for a different horror movie trailer
*creepy child’s voice singing* Milk milk…. lemonade… ‘round the corner… fudge is made
Two months ago, I was trying to grab some tampons at a 7/11-type store in Wisconsin. I was zoning out over my choices when I noticed another person in the aisle with me.
She was wearing a hijab, and was probably in her twenties or so.
We were the only people in the store except for the white guy behind the counter.
And then another dude walked in, a beardy, white 40-something.
I was ready to buy my shit and leave but i just stood there, watching that old dude.
The midwest is such a shitshow i swear to god and I just couldn’t leave until that girl left too. I don’t know these men. I wasn’t going to leave the only other woman there, alone at night, with those two white men. Especially not a woman in a hijab.
I loitered and waited til she got her shit and left. I wandered to the front so I could watch her drive away.
I think in the next 4 years or more, if you haven’t already, you better start watching. Don’t leave people alone. Don’t trust anyone. Don’t assume anyone is safe. Don’t believe you’re being paranoid. It’s our duty to watch.
Trust no one.