My current mantra, borrowed from Frozen 2, in an attempt to get through the next (hopefully just) four years with this overwhelming sense of dread that I can’t shake.

This all feels like that scene in Revenge of the Sith where the Palpatine gets emergency powers, and everyone cheers meanwhile Padmé is standing there all dumbfounded like how can anyone NOT see what the fuck is going on.

"How can we call ourselves Christians, saying that love is a tension between the call of the cross and between the old party line?"

"Coming to you for the hungry eating the scraps of this country. Didn't you swear you would feed them? Tell me you won't make them go."

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