all I want from S10 of Supernatural is for Balthazar and Gabriel to return from their respective graves and go on a sassy, debauched, hijinks-ensue-style roadtrip with Crowley that forces everyone else to quit their angsting and just roll with it, because why the hell not
RIP Trayvon. I’m sorry you had to live and die by Florida justice. American justice. White justice. Because what happened today was not just. What happened today was evidence that American justice is not blind. American justice sees a 17-year old, unarmed boy in a hoodie, who defends himself against an assailant who stalks him down the street in his own neighborhood, who is then killed by his stalker, and decides that the man who shot him—without cause—is innocent.
As an American, I am ashamed. As a white person, I am horrified. As a human being, I will fight so that Trayvon’s death is not in vain. So that the next time a black teenage boy walks down the street with a bag of skittles in his hand, he will be safe.
"It starts young—you try not to be different just to survive—you try to be just like everyone else—anonymity becomes reflexive—and then one day you wake up and you’ve become all those people—the others—the something you aren’t. And you wonder if you can ever be what it is that you really are. Or you wonder if it’s too late to find out."
—Microserfs, by Douglas Coupland