"Love is stupid. You know? Like…why do we both want it so bad? When I was little I was pushed around so much and told ‘bitch do this’ or ‘bitch do that’ ‘clean this’ ‘wipe this’ ‘enema that’ and all I wanted was a little appreciation and someone to tell me I’m pretty. And the moment I found someone that did…I fell for him. And it’s not my fault. Or your fault. I wanted to marry a handsome, charming prince as a big ‘fuck you’ to my stepmonster and you wanted to find a princess to get daddy off your back. That doesn’t make us bad people though, it makes us human. We wanted something and we did all we could to get it. You fucking drove around everywhere looking for the owner of that stupid shoe. I let a crackhead magic senior citizen take me to the ball in a gourd. You gotta do what you gotta do to be happy. But we’re not happy Barry. I don’t know if we ever were. Or what was fake, what was real…I don’t know. I love you Barry Charming but I want a…heterosexual…man to love and caress me and tell me I look great even when its 6 in the morning and I look awful. I want a man who I can get a good ol’ fashion pounding from and then pop out some kids that kinda look like both of us. But most of all…I want to be happy. And I’m slowly realizing something. I don’t need those first two things to be happy. I don’t need male attention at all. I want it sure. What straight girl doesn’t? But I don’t NEED it to be happy. What I need to happy is to stop pretending that this is real and that you’re ever going to love me the way I love you. I’ve known for years…suspected…at least…that you were…gay as a Lady Gaga Impersonating Drag Queen. And the scary thing is even when I read the letter and saw it for myself I didn’t want to talk about it. I wanted to to just pretend everything is okay. But its not. You’re in love with Carey. I can see it in your eyes. You just light up when you see him in a way I can never make you do when you see me. So be with him Barry. Fuck what your dad thinks. You’re a goddamn mutherfucking prince. He’s gonna die someday and you’ll be king. So make that little queer your queen…er…king. Prince?I don’t know. What I do know is that we’re getting a divorce. Is that fair Barry? Am I being fair?"
-Cinderella, Unhappily Ever After
laughing at how CNN went into one of the looted businesses in Ferguson and spoke to the owner. the reporter started asking all these leading questions that were clearly setting up answers that expressed anger that their businesses were broken into.
The owner was like “actually I just want justice for Mike Brown im not worried about material things”