FLORENCE + THE MACHINE NEVER DISAPPOINTS SHE’S MAKING HER OWN GENDER AND I LOVE IT
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This is painful. I have no words..
If I die, let it be known that I died living.
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it’s the 21st day of the 21st year of the 21st century.
you can only reblog this today.
You’re standing in line for basketball during lunch with your best friend of six months when it happens.
The most popular boy in school calls her a word you don’t know in one breath and then says, “You’re on my team.”
She’s been waiting for nearly an hour to get called into play.. She turns on her heel and marches out of line. “I don’t want to play with you.”
You scramble after her, confused. “What? What did he say?”
She doesn’t answer you. She looks like she has a fever, eyes glassy and face flushed as she stomps up to the teacher on duty.
“Oh,” the teacher says, “Oh, he didn’t mean it. He just heard someone else say that and wants to sound cool.”
“But he called me a name,” she says. “We aren’t allowed to call people names.”
“He didn’t mean it,” the teacher repeats. “I promise.”
Your friend’s eyes aren’t glassy now. They’re very, very sharp. “Okay. He’s a fucking dickhead.”
“We do not use that language,” the teacher says. “Two wrongs don’t make a right.”
“I didn’t mean it,” she says.
The teacher’s jaw clenches. “Yes, you did. You’ve lost free time this week.”
“Does he?” she asks.
The teacher refuses to answer and pulls out the penalty notebook to write down your friend’s name.
You don’t know what’s happening, but you know that something’s gone very wrong here. You say, “You’re fucking up, teacher.” Then, when the teacher gapes at you, “What does fuck mean?”
It is the first time you get detention, on a different day than your friend.
Waiter: How are you guys doing tonight! What can I get you started with?”
Me: Mental health, financial stability, no more student loans, a healthy relationship with my parents, and life advice.
Waiter:
Me: I’ll have a water please
As a writer who’s gotten both of these comments, the later two by FAR want me to keep writing more. They make me smile. I laugh, I giggle, I get those weird butterflies of happiness (gross). Guys it takes literally five seconds, and the author will MOST LIKELY respond or at least get a kick out of your humor
god all I want is to stand on an old stone ruin with the ocean before me in a long flowy dress and look dramatically out to the horizon and think about the past present an future in a melancholic way and look over my shoulder to the camera then dissolve slowly into sea foam is thAT TOO MUCH TO ASK????
I have literally no idea what I'm doing, promise ace - they/them/he
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