today is 6/26
coincidence? I think not
stitch is the reason gay marriage is legal confirmed
stitch legalized gay marriage pass it on
I knew it
What I don’t like about parents it that they just assume mental illness is just a teenage thing or that it is just part of a phase. My Mom keeps snapping at me for isolating myself and staying in my room, but she never asks WHY I’m isolating myself.
Is that some “everyone asks who the good boy is but never HOW the good boy is” sorta thing?
That is so cute.
is this fan fiction
Is this real life, is this just fanfic, caught in a landslide, no escape from reality…
The biggest difference between millenials and the gen z kids is that the gen z kids probably don’t fucking have baby boomers as parents which is probably why they’re less fucking depressed than we are
No, we’re still depressed. We’re just so far beyond the point of existential nihilism that everything becomes numb. Bizarre memes and weird jokes become coping mechanisms. We’re the “gayest” generation because we don’t tolerate differences, we accept them and love them. We still go the class, despite there being over 30 school shootings in 2018 America in spite of it being FEBRUARY 1. We watched Millenials attempt to make something out of the trash heap economy that Gen X left behind and fail trying; and we knew that it wasn’t worth it right now.
We hear a crying baby and our first instinct is to say “big mood????”. We smile and look friends dead in the eye and say “I wanna McFreakin die, fam”, and they respond with, “bruh same lol”
So yeah, we laugh. And we joke, and sometimes those joke go too far (looking at you, tide pods) but, that’s because we’re thinking, what have we got to lose?
Millenials were the generation that saw the Void and said, “nothing in life matters so why bother?”
Gen Z saw the Void, blew it a kiss, made the Void blush and said, “nothing is life matters so why not?”
TLDR: Gen Z is in a committed relationship with the Void the wedding invitations are holographic and written in tears
Va tutto male e vorrei solo urlare. Scappare. Piangere. Graffiare. Strappare.
Ho bisogno di qualcuno che non cerchi di cambiarmi,
Che ai miei chiodi fissi appenda dei bei quadri.
Voglio solo andare al mare. Camminare sulla sabbia grigia e ghiacciata di un giorno di marzo. Un giorno freddo e senza colori, con una distesa di nuvole che non finisce neanche all'orizzonte. Entrare nell'acqua gelida ad occhi chiusi, sentirla insinuarsi nei vestiti, fino a quando mi si aggrapperanno addosso, gravi e disperati. Fino a quando sarò al riparo dal vento, nelle onde. Fino a quando le alghe accarezzeranno il mio viso cereo. Fino a quando smetterò di tremare.
Normality is a paved road: it’s comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow.
Vincent van Gogh
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