Sarelisapphic - Sareli

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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?

concept: we go on a road trip in my car and we find a park and decide to sleep there because it’s getting late. we wake up and the windows are opened with harsh warm light and cold morning air coming through. i’m awake because the sun woke me but you’re still cuddled into your pillow with the light hitting your face. i wish that my brain could know this moment like a camera knows a photograph but you wake up and mock me for staring. that’s okay though because i love you.

Am I actually gay or is it just Guard?

date idea: you talk to me about your favorite things and i listen intently because hearing you get excited is just so cute

Lets say, hypothetically, my lover's got humor..... and for the sake of debate... lets say, she's the giggle at a funeral.

what if we went to a local farmers market and spent the entire day buying fruits, vegetables and local bread and jam while here there we found little antiquities and bought them for each other and, and we decide to buy some flowers too. And as we pass all the different stalls, we just hold hands and share small kisses every now and then,,,and we were both girls?😳

me: *catches myself being judgmental* me to me: i did not raise u this way

“fuck you my child is completely fine”

your child wants to run into the woods and find and abandoned mossy castle with a marvelous library and cats crawling around the corners where they can live there life without society’s influence

Is it to much to ask to be a captain of a ship during pirate times?

Me, my wife and crew could sail the sea, enjoying ourselves and In good ol pirate fashion blow some shit up and rob something.

The crew wouldn't care that we are two girls because we would have earned their respect. (And they don't want to be thrown overboard)

Like that's all I want