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!
my favorite hobby is reading my old writing and trying to determine which parts were Gay Foreshadowing and which were cries for help because Mental Illness
like this short story i wrote before i realised i was a lesbian in which the main character was a closeted lesbian falling in love with a wood nymph quoting Ovid
or this long experimental poem about Rape And Hallucinations
a solid 80% of why i Actually Dont Want Another Relationship is bc i dont want to be raped every day ever again
In Swedish we don’t say “raccoon” we say “tvättbjörn (/ˈtvɛtˌbjøːrn/)” which literally translates to “wash bear” or “washing bear” and it makes me wonder if the person who named it had ever actually seen a raccoon before.
academia is ruined, we need to throw it back to the days when scholars were only after the cure for death, i want to wear a cool robe and get funding from the king to just do whatever the hell and kind of poison him
