Am I Dead Or Is That Just 2020?

Let's talk bnha cannon for a second and how it makes bullying out to be something harmless. There is nothing harmless about bullying. But there is especially nothing harmless about name-calling and labeling. A boy like Izuku… Well. There’s just so much to unpack here but I’m going to focus on the one thing that bothered me the most. A cute, pretty girl says the name Deku is cute and he immediately gets over it? No way. This boy definitely went home and had a panic attack about giving someone actual permission to call him that. Uraraka cannonly does not call him anything else. Not Midoriya. Not Izuku. Nothing else besides the name he’s been tormented with since he was 4. And yeah, that probably helped him get over it enough to officially choose it as his hero name after the sports festival. But there is no way it didn’t hurt at all in the beginning. That’s not how trauma works.

just some skatepark in prague

So I read a poem of yours a long time ago and it really impacted me. I've had this in my head for years and finally got the nerve to work it out

im actually obsessed with this

- on mothers

lady bird/ @death-born-aphrodite/ everything, everywhere, all at once/ rupi kaur/ unknown/ maia baia/ your best american girl- mitski/ lady bird/ unknown/ @inkskinned

Generation Z is "TOO YOUNG"

You say I am too young.

Too young to be a feminist.

Too young to know my own sexuality.

Too young to be depressed.

Too young to hate.

Too young to protest.

Too young to be an activist.

Too young.

Too stupid.

Too naive.

And you are right.

I am too young.

Too young to be scared of finding me or my LGBTQ friends killed, abandoned, or sent off to a conversion camp because all they wanted was love and acceptance but instead they found hate and rejection because they were “disgusting sinners” who were just “confused”.

Too young to be sobbing with such loss and grief over people who were killed and died too young because no one would help them because all of their cries were “fake” because they were too young to know “real” pain.

Too young to be scarred, bruised, bloody, and beaten by a war I did not start or choose to fight in.

Too young to be surrounded by people telling me and others what gender is right and wrong, and what race is right and wrong.

Too young to be scared to go on a walk alone. Too young to be feeling the need to cover up more than necessary and walk across a street when a man is walking on the same side as me.

You say I am too young.

And you are not wrong.

I am too young.

Too young for

H O M O P H O B I A

R A C I S M

S E X I S M

R A P E

S E L F  H A R M

S U I C I D E

G U N  V I O L E N C E

and

S C H O O L  S H O O T I N G S

To be normal to me

I should not be so desensitized by this violent reality.

So yes, I am too young.

But you cannot blame me for my hyper awareness of our reality.

My generation was born with information at our fingertips

And we have been told to sit still and be quiet

Because the adults were talking

But you had your chance

It is now our turn to speak

And our turn to fight

Because our rage is pure fire

And with every ragged breath we take

Our lungs get more shredded by all of the hate and misery

Gen Z is the gayest, most trans, most racially diverse, most atheist generation of all time

And we are going to fucking change the world.

You will embrace change or die on the wrong side of history.

Does anyone know that unexplainable sickish feeling where you're not really sick and you don't really have a headache but you just feel wrong and you can't get comfortable or find something that you're really into but you kinda feel too ill to sleep or eat it's like your body is saying "I don't know what I want you to do but this isn't it"

The birds here call like they know something I don’t. Tried to talk back but I’ve forgotten their language. Dug in the dirt. Wrote 3000 words but only one felt like it mattered.

05/08/2025

“how’s the veganism work with your whole thing with vampires” i’m not the one eating blood. Hope this helps

the past never dies.

My Friends: shit

Me: language

Me *five seconds later*: WHAT THE FUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKK!!!