I think fate must be written in our DNA.
Along with codons dictating whether our eyes are oceans or storms, there must be collections of stardust dictating whether we will fall in love with the stranger on the subway or walk past him without saying a word. These collections of stars, these ancient atoms, these groupings of hydrogen and oxygen and nitrogen who built the Pyramids in twenty years and burned Rome in six days must dictate whether we fall in love with the boy who quotes Neruda in a bad Spanish accent as a ploy to get you in bed, or the boy who has never enjoyed poetry but always reads your words and tells you’re a mind is a beautiful palace. Whether we fall in love with every stranger we see or save those words for our mother. Whether we get lost in art museums or run from the buildings the minute they come into focus. Whether we dive headfirst into the ribcage of another or dip our toes in the waters of love before deciding whether to swim or sink.
The fates must hide in the marrow of our bones. How else could you explain how one minute we were perfect and the next you were gone?
When I first got this role I just cried like a baby because I was like, “Wow, next Halloween, I’m gonna open the door and there’s gonna be a little kid dressed as the Falcon.” That’s the thing that always gets me. I feel like everybody deserves that. I feel like there should be a Latino superhero. Scarlett [Johansson] does great representation for all the other girls, but there should be a Wonder Woman movie. I don’t care if they make 20 bucks, if there’s a movie you’re gonna lose money on, make it Wonder Woman. You know what I mean, ’cause little girls deserve that. There’s so many of these little people out here doing awful things for money in the world of being famous. And little girls see that. They should have the opposite spectrum of that to look up to.
Dreamboat, check, awesome human being, check.
#look at your favorites#now back to mackie#sadly your favorites aren’t mackie#but if they stopped being misogynistic assholes#they could be like mackie#look back at this post#this post is now that piece of furniture you’ve always wanted#and he found it in a dumpster#he doesn’t need a horse because he flies on the sighs of angels
Land of the free home of the rich
What really scares me is that they all have significantly cheaper health care AND education, which means Americans not only make they least, they pay the most.
There were no sex classes. No friendship classes. No classes on how to navigate a bureaucracy, build an organization, raise money, create a database, buy a house, love a child, spot a scam, talk someone out of suicide, or figure out what was important to me. Not knowing how to do these things is what messes people up in life, not whether they know algebra or can analyze literature.
How old were you when you had your first kiss?
If I handed you a concert ticket right now, who would you want to be the performer?
What color looks best on you?
Name three facts about your family?
What's the best thing you can cook?
If you could pick the gender and appearance of your child, would you?
If you died right now, what song would you want to play at your funeral?
Favorite holiday dish?
Would you ever get into a long distance relationship?
Favorite kind of soup?
What's the most thoughtful present you've ever received?
Do you like someone?
Would you ever become a vegan?
What's your favorite hot beverage?
For your birthday, what kind of cake do you ask for?
Do you like going on airplanes?
Did you ever play an instrument? If so what?
Who was your best friend when you were six years old?
What color was your childhood home?
Do you like where you're from?
What was your favorite book as a child?
What's the scariest dream you've ever had?
Queen Anne's Lace:
Would you rather carve pumpkins or wrap presents?
Favorite kind of candy?
Would you rather be cold or hot?
Do you listen to what's on the radio?
Do you like when it rains?
What's a movie you cried while watching?
Do you think you're important?