So I’m safely in disk two, and happily running with Tifa as my party leader. Which means taking a break to breed chocobos and level my party up so they’re closer to where Cloud is.
Aeris’s death is as sad as ever. I managed to not cry, this time, though it was a near thing. I still despise Gaia’s Cliff and the Whirlwind Maze. But, I will say, that if you have no idea about Cloud’s backstory—and even if you do!—everything that happens in the Northern Crater is hella trippy.
“Hemingway and James Joyce were drinking buddies in Paris. Joyce was thin and bespectacled; Hemingway was tall and strapping. When they went out Joyce would get drunk, pick a fight with a bigger guy in the bar and then hide behind Hemingway and yell, “Deal with him, Hemingway. Deal with him.””—
This post is me acknowelging that some people go onto tumblr to escape the real world and to soothe themselves after stressful experiences, so if they block or ignore social justice and news stories so that their decompression isn’t interrupted with yet more stress, it is not only no one’s business but it makes perfect sense.
today at the bookstore i asked the lady working if she had any lgbtq books that i could check out and her eyes magnified in what i mistook as horror and i thought i had offended her and then she said “i have a bag of lesbian fiction in the basement i’ve been waiting for someone to finally ask” and she all but burst down the stairs to get them for me
"I have a bag of lesbian fiction in the basement" is my new go-to pickup line
I work at a bookstore. There is some great works of fiction and history and social commentary that no one ever reads because they are on a bottom shelf labeled appropriately. No one wants to even try to touch them and it makes me so angry.
But what about these beautiful books! Oh well… just means I have to become a manager or something and fix this injustice.