I wish someone had told me all these things when I was a confused, hurting teenager, so I am sharing them now. I hope they help someone the way they could have helped me.
must have been easier to be alive before news traveled so fast and you were only ever aware of a handful of tragedies instead of thousands and thousands of them being delivered to you on a daily basis. why is there even a question of why our generation is so depressed and anxious like I’ll tell you why?? everything i read breaks my heart and my capacity to empathize and be outraged is absolutely maxed out. yeah i’m sad bitch! we’re all sad! there’s no relief!
There’s also a media culture that thrives on perpetual outrage, which is downright exhausting. “If you’re not angry, you’re not paying attention!” No bitch maybe I’m just tired of screaming all the time.
with my school teachers it was like “omg they’re so cool i wanna be their friend!” but with university lecturers it’s like “they’re endearing and i love them like cats but are they okay because i think they know too much about 18th century german literature to survive in the world”
what, you can’t know who friedrich schiller is and also change a tire?
literally no
this would have worked better if I personally knew how to change a tire
if you’re lgbt reblog this and tag your identity, height, and whether you walk slow or fast
Bi, 5’4 and slow as hell unless I’ve got somewhere to go, then no one can catch me
Pan, 5’6", and people scramble out of my way because I’m walking so fast they’re afraid I’ll run them over as I charge to nowhere in particular.
Pan, 5’5’’, and the sound of my heavy boot heels rapidly meeting the ground sends people scattering, making way for my fat butch ass. I’m wrapped in plaid and ready to fight.
Captain-Radioactive-Mentality 