You think your pain and your heartbreak are unprecedented in the history of the world, but then you read. It was books that taught me that the things that tormented me most were the very things that connected me with all the people who were alive, or who had ever been alive.
what’s hard to understand i accidentally cried in the natural history museum once and i was really embarrassed and now i want to go back and cry on purpose. i want to make everyone super uncomfortable.
where’s the performance art that’s just black people crying in museums in front of shitty racist exhibits?