and we were supposed to be the saviors. the generation to fix it all. but they left us with a broken planet and no tools to fix it and then they sneered when we came to them, empty handed.
“you’re so privileged,” they chortle. “it’s because you’re always on your phone.”
we are the kids living in a nightmare. they say we’re numb to 9/11 but maybe that’s because what was the worst day for them could become just another thursday for us. school shootings every other day and a rapist on our Supreme Court but hey, that’s how it is, right? at least we have memes to tide us over until doomsday. this hellscape is somehow normal. our president says people should be deporting for kneeling during the national anthem and all we can is laugh at it. but we are no longer laughing because it’s a joke.
we’re laughing because we’re afraid.
afraid that the world is going to end before we even become adults, afraid that we’ll be plunged into another war because of a fucking tweet, afraid of shooters coming in through our doors and children being taken from their homes and the problem is that our fear is justified. that it’s real and it’s happening.
nearly everyone i know is queer, depressed, and/or sick of the adults in this world. sick of how 71% of our pollution is caused by 1% of the population. sick of how we can only sit here and listen to them tell us to take shorter showers because there’s nothing else we can do.
and fuck, have we tried to do everything we can. walk-outs, protests, boycotts. speak up and speak out, but it’s just too late. they’ve been digging underneath us this whole time and it’s only now that the floor’s collapsing that we see the pit. how it’s not that they’re not hearing us anymore. trust me, we’ve made sure they’ve heard. it’s just that they don’t care.
and suddenly all those dystopian futures don’t look so far away. you know, where people die in the streets because doctors refuse to see them. where people are silenced (shot, jailed, deported) for speaking out. sometimes I think I’ll wake up and everyone will be marching in rhythm.
they told us to save the world, but we never had a chance.
do you ever get drunk enough that you low key think being a boy would be nice, or like an androgynous point in space and time
@aimseytv
My Aimsey and Guqqie art that I started a while ago, forgot about and finished! Fitting for pride month 🏳️🌈 (also don’t look too closely at the eyes, I suck at drawing them)
My missing friend is no longer missing, my iud cramps (my back feeling like it’s being broken) are gone, and I have a fridge full of energy drinks. Maybe I’ll actually update my fics tonight
I saw the tv glow makes me mourn for everyone who felt like there wasn’t enough time. Everyone who thought their time was up and they just had to stay how they were. They had to stay dying.
There is still time.
There is Always still time.
something something love is what matters, something something the world may be ending and we may be dying but love is still what matters, something something the world is so incredibly cruel and we owe it to each other to not be, to be kind and love eachother
it's always better to have loved.
philip pullman, the amber spyglass / guillermo del toro's pinocchio (2022) / fleabag (2016-2019) / andrew garfield / art by @catadromously / anne carson, euripides / markus zusak, the book thief / shannon barry / little women (2019) / the good place (2016-2020) / fyodor dostoevsky, crime and punishment / his dark materials (2019-2022) / @starpeace
Her first impression of Tyler Owens doesn’t involve him at all. Instead, it involves his bright red truck, and his less-than-adequate undercarriage and connecting anchors. (A rather fitting metaphor and all that.)
First paragraph from my current fic, chapter 3 of people help the people
i love Spotify playlists with everything I have
addy would breathe in and out and it wouldn't hurt ..
my favorite couples are the oc’s in my head for fics I haven’t and will never write. Like yes I put them through hell and back, but hear me out, the tension filled reunion when they think one of them is dead, and they run across the room and hold each other like the world is ending????
someone much more talented than me needs to make a Kate (or Javi) (or both) edit to End of Beginning by Djo so I can rewatch it a thousand times and spiral
Welp might lose the right to marry a woman because marriage is between a man and woman and apparently a Christian creation, just like America is a Christian nation (a complete and utter lie) fucking lovely
Sapphic_terror on ao3 queer and nonbinary (any pronouns)Yall I may be losing it a little but at least I’m writing a lot of fan fiction (that’s a slight lie but I’m trying I swear)
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