this whole situation is making me think about the grandparents i didn’t get to meet
apparently my paternal grandma would take in trans and queer kids who didn’t have a place to stay after she and my grandfather divorced. this was like the 80’s or so in (fairly inner-city i think) philadelphia. so that’s pretty cool. it would’ve been neat to meet a grandparent who didn’t give a friggle frack about my sexuality. she sounded like a swell lady tbh. irish as hell too.
i thought the ‘metaphor’ thing was stupid but other than that i didn’t really get the huge amount of john green hate that’s been circling around recently but then i found out about the anne frank memorial make-out scene
bossuet sending all his smileys like *:-)
'what is that'
joly’s like ‘its the light shining off his head’