A picture of Riverdale show runner Roberto Aguirre-Sacasa edited to be standing in front of the Welcome to Riverdale sign near Sweetwater River. He is smiling and wearing a large red velvet bow tie, a button-down shirt, and a dark zip-up hoodie, and has his hands clasped in front of him. Over the image are the glittery pink words “Sparkle on! It’s Wednesday! Don’t Forget to be yourself!”
the fucked up thing is that i’ve been in this exact situation and actually felt some measure of beauty in the world. but only when the streets are empty and the area descends into a time of day when it clearly was not meant to functionally exist. there is a wretched beauty in walking around one of these suburban sprawl commerce zones at night or close to dawn, sitting down at a table like this and basking in the sensation that you own the place. maybe this is an inherited derangement from living most of my life in the midwest suburbs, working late night shifts at a grocery store on a corner exactly like this one. maybe it’s just the only time of day in a place like this when you can be truly alone outside
you need to be earnest. you need to tell people that you love them. you need to speak on how you’re feeling honestly. you need to be sentimental. you need to stop letting the fear of other people laughing at you have so much control over how you express yourself. you need to get over yourself. you need to be embarrassing but true.
Crazy how we are everything that has happened to us but then you meet someone and you don’t see everything that has happened to them you just see them. And you both try to explain everything that has happened to you but your words and memories are so biased and oversimplified.
i try to keep this in mind when reacting to things and thinking about how things affect me like i think someone hates me meanwhile they're in their own head completely with all of their thoughts and feelings influencing the way they are and affecting them and their reactions to things you know? we have universes inside all of us 