We all know someone who subscribes to a particular conspiracy theory, whether they are driven by political ideology or were just innocently watching YouTube videos and got sucked in. But conspiracy theories are as old as human civilization itself; for as long as the powerless and disenchanted have resented being kept in the dark, they have speculated about matters they do not comprehend. Though they may truly have been lied to and deceived, it is just as likely that their theories are completely unfounded. And this is not to say that anyone who believes a particular conspiracy theory is simply not smart enough to see through it. Many intelligent and otherwise well-informed people may have valid reasons for believing in something that is not true, whether it’s because of a legitimate distrust of authority based on some past experience or simply because they don’t have access to all the facts. In this case, it does no good telling them they are wrong because they are not clever enough to see the truth. They will feel exactly the same way about you.
Kenji is a Aaron Warner girlie LMAOO
“You think I’m wonderful?” he says, one hand pressed against his chest in
mock affection. “That’s so sweet.”
“I never said you were wonderful.”
Aaron tilts his head. “Then what, exactly, did you say?”
Kenji turns away. Says nothing.
I’m grinning at Kenji’s back when I say, “He said you looked good in
everything and that you were good at everything.”
Aaron’s smile deepens.
...
But he’s not looking at me, he’s looking at Kenji, his eyes full of laughter
when he says, “Please tell me she’s not serious.”
Kenji flips us both off.
Aaron laughs. And then, leaning in—
“You really think I look good in everything?”
“Shut up, asshole.”
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"I was grateful, so I was given more. And that is exactly how the magic happens with gratitude."
"The amount you give in gratitude is exactly proportional to the amount you receive in return. You control the amount you receive, by the amount of gratitude you give!"
Why? He wanted to scream at her. He wanted to shake her, throttle her, until she answered. Rin, what the fuck?
But he knew why.
He knew exactly what choice she’d made and what she’d intended. And that made everything—hating her, loving her, surviving her—so much harder.
“We can’t exactly stop them, but once they realize it’s just a dock and there’s nothing to see, they lose interest. We have more of a problem with people stealing stuff that used to be yours.”
This has never occurred to me, and I stare at him. “Like what?”
He shrugs. “Old books, costume pieces, the photo of your class in the hall behind the theatre. We got that one back, but not before someone scratched your face out.” He sees the confusion in my expression and adds, “It’s not all bad. I still get letters trying to convince me that you’re innocent.”
“Yeah,” I say. “I get those, too.”
“Are you convinced yet?”
“No. I know better.”
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"I always think that when we’re quiet, we’re agreeing to be harmless to each other. That we’re just sharing the same space and letting each other exist exactly as we are, and neither of us would hurt or upset the other one.”
I don’t think anyone had ever written me a letter before.
It was shockingly effective. Way better than text or email, like it had a different weight to it or something. There’s something about holding the paper in your hand, seeing the ink on the page, the press of the pen. He made this. It took effort. It was a physical act. He couldn’t erase it if he made a mistake, he had to think about what he was going to say before he said it—or he said exactly what he wanted to and didn’t need to change it.
He knew exactly what choice she’d made and what she’d intended. And that made everything—hating her, loving her, surviving her—so much harder.
“These people deserve better than you.”
“I’m exactly what they deserve,” she said. “They don’t want peace, they want revenge. I’m it.”