7 Billion People, A Device In My Pocket That Can Talk To Almost Anyone Of Them, And I Spend Most Of My

Moulin Rouge! (2001), dir. Baz Luhrmann.

This broke my heart and made me cry 💔

“Hold the fuck up.” I say. I am the fuck up. Please hold me.

Exactly.

My birthday had a pretty sky! Even though I had a really bad birthday, at least now I know there was beauty somewhere that day.

the most beautiful sky I ever did see 17.01.16

dude where’s my

ability to experience pleasure in the things that give me a reason to live

i think sometimes trauma survivors fall into this place where it’s very hard to believe that anything that happened to you was that bad. and the only proof you have that it was that bad is that you’re suffering. and so healing can be really scary and difficult because it means giving up the only tangible evidence you have that you were traumatized in the first place 

Not today fascists! Say my friends who went to protest detainment at DFW airport.

Why aren’t there coming of age stories for people in their twenties? Why aren’t there stories about young women like me who are chasing their dreams and romance isn’t involved? Where are my stories about young men trying to figure out who they are? 

Why aren’t there stories about people in their twenties who question their gender and their sexuality too? 

Why aren’t there stories about sad and lonely truth about going to university and grad school? Hell, where are my stories about transfer students that are 25 but they’re surround by 18 year olds in class?

Where are my stories where people freak out about their elementary classmates having children already because hey–they still live with mom and dad and getting a job in this economy sucks? Like who takes care of their child? Are they already successful enough to take care of a baby without the help from mom and dad? 

What do I have to do to get a character that’s not sixteen, but somehow through a random occurance, they have to save the world. They’re still innocent enough to have hope, but jaded enough to know that it can go away.

Why are all stories either about teenagers or people with families or trying to start families and all that jazz?

Just…where are there stories about me right now? 24 and trying to the best that I can.

I could really use stories like that.