misty getting caught with the transponder

One of the things that fuels my social anxiety is the unsettling, overwhelming feeling that everyone is hiding something dark and evil. They’re just horrible people who know how to put on a mask.

“The kind, sweet lady who gave you a ride home? She could be a vile, racist person.”

“The old man who can’t even walk on his own? You wouldn’t see him the same way if you knew the things he’s done to people.”

“That friendly man who smiles and kindly holds the door open for you? Everyone knows him as the polite, respectful, generous man. All they see is his smile. But I wonder if his children scatter in fear when he gets home. If he treats his wife like a slave, if she looks like a walking corpse. If girls are told to cover up when he’s around.”

“This person has lived a long life. You weren’t watching every part of it. How do you know they aren’t evil? You don’t know them. You don’t know anyone. You don’t know what people are capable of. You don’t know how easy it is for them to do the most heinous things, then put on their mask, pretending to be innocent.”

What is wrong with me? The fact that I can never truly know what’s hiding behind a smiling, friendly face is actually horrifying to me. I wish I didn’t have that voice in my head.

I wish I could just see the smile.

💀💀💀💀

Hannah is so cute wtf

love her

misogyny infects everything. music, culture, religion, games, books, media. everything. there’s no escaping it. and it honestly makes me want to die.

why were some characters, both in the teen and adult timelines, acting so strange and out of character? They almost seemed a bit high, lmao. i don’t know if it’s just me, if it was a sudden change in writing or if the actors were actually stoned, but I’m here for it.