I Want To Dance In Our Kitchen Listening To Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy By Queen And Then We Will Have

If homosexuality is a sin, then why is my Spotify wrapped full of fucking bangers???

I genuinely like my dark circles? Makes me feel like a true academic, we love the whole slightly disheveled and unhinged academic vibe in this house 👏🏻

bruh

All philosophy is modern in the sense that it is based on the knowledge and perspective available to the thinker at the time; In that very same sense, all philosophy is outdated

a good twisted, that makes you wonder what life will be like. 

i feel like her hands would be soft

It’s a Scarf!

Generation Z

Generation Z was born with the tragedy of 9/11 shadowing our birth certificates. A warning signal of what’s to come in the rest of our lives.

Because we grew up going to class with four— yes, four— of our classmates raising their hands and having scars on their arms being exposed. No one says anything because it’s too common for the guidance counselor to deal with, so everyone adverts their eyes instead.

We have, time and time again, gone to class only to hide under our desks for four hours not being sure whether the alarm blaring in or ears is a drill or not. Texting your parents worried because nobody knows what’s going on, and all you can do is hope that this is one of the dozens of drills you have each month and not one of the hundreds of school shootings every year.

We’re afraid to go to concerts and movie theaters and malls, and the general fucking outside world with our friends or family because of the terrorism displayed on the news. We’re scared of ending up dead every time we leave our house because the chances of it happening are more likely than it not.

We grew up in a mental health crisis and a new age of terrorism and violence. We don’t have memories of being happy, because as soon as we became self aware we knew what was going on around us.

And every time we say something to make things better for the next generation after us; every time we cry or slit our wrists just like we know to do oh so well; every time we try to do anything in the our lives we’re told that we’re too young to understand. That we have nothing to fear.

And when we’re dead, what do we have to fear then?

When we’re dead, will we finally be heard?

11 year old me, very much a baby sapphic but high on compulsory heterosexuality: i just think it’s so sweet that ginny and luna were such good friends in harry potter. like luna was always talking about how nice ginny was and ginny stopped some boys who were picking on luna. like imagine being this nerdy kid and then your friend who happened to be a boss female athlete stops people from making fun of you. wish that was me. imagine them having sleepovers and braiding each others hair and always listening to and appreciating each other and giving each other hugs and luna painting a picture of the two of them bc that girl is an artist and ginny being so touched and hanging it in her room next to the pictures of gwenog jones. just two gals being the best of pals. plus ginny’s a redhead and girls with red hair are soooooooooooo pretty, wish my mom would let me dye my hair red so i could achieve that level of prettiness.

girls are beautiful and it hurts me that so many don’t realize that

i want to have a small house off of a dirt road. i know you prefer cities usually but there’s no porches there. i want porches with lanterns an cricket sounds with pretty sunsets. cities are nice too but there’s something about small towns that are more intimate.