Denial is an intoxicating drug.

The skins and they play without jerseys.

I’m not at war with black men; I love them very much. I’m at war with misogynists. If you think the two are automatically synonymous, that’s on you, but that’s not a belief I hold, nor is it a generalization I’ll accept having projected upon me.

I you’re going to be that pedantic about it, how do we know anything in a TV show is real? Or a book? Can we ever trust a narrator? Can we trust ourselves? Is this even real?

Nothing is real! Your comment isn’t real! Me responding isn’t real! This is all a huge construct made up specifically by my mind and it’s all for and from my brain jar! or it's the matrix. 

I'm watching it via giphy gifs.