#please i hate it here

[poetry-protest-pornography]

I am in the kind of adhd slump where even doing the things i enjoy and actively want to do feels like too much work, and the thought of having to reach out to people that i want to talk to fills me with anxiety because i have six billion messages sitting un-replied-to, and i would like the brain chemicals to get their shit together, because i have been stuck here foreverrr

[mi-a-mor]

My blood is boiling right now!

We all planned to go out and while going we planned to go in the bus and what do I see on the bus? This one f#@#ing jerk checking out a non muslim female who was with her friends, a college student. Guess what? That jerk was a Muslim guy. Pretending to sleep and wantedly watching that lady. I know how uncomfortable that lady was feeling. Me and my Chachi were sitting behind that female. As soon as we got down from the bus, he had the audacity to go sit behind her right where I was sitting. Does he have no shame 🤡... I wanted to slap him so bad... Y'all have no idea how much my blood has been boiling. That's called harassing without touching yk.

I hope that lady and her friends got home safely unhurt...

It shatters me, if i collect a few strangers who are females and put up a question like "have any of you ever gone through something like being harassed or being touched inappropriately?".... I'm 100% each and every female will have a different story to say (including me)... Whereas if I collect a bunch of strangers who are males and ask this question, none of them and I'm saying absolutely none of them would have any such story to say. And I hate it. How would it be if we females start doing such bullshit to males? How would they feel? Would they feel the disgust which we feel when someone touches us inappropriately? Whenever something happens like that with me I feel like cutting and throwing away that part of me which was touched inappropriately but then I go home wash that particular area with soap until I don't feel any disgust. I need this to stop. I want to feel safe and I want my kind, females to feel safe going out without any such bullshit happening to them. When will that day come when we roam around freely????? When??? GOD DAMN IT, WHEN THE HELL WILL THAT DAY COME?? IM SO TIRED OF WATCHING AND GOING THROUGH SUCH DISGUSTING THINGS.

[islawila]

just letting everyone know that im very overstimulated rn and i do NOT like it

[radskull]

Angry, filled with rage, I found out I’m working on Christmas from like 8:15 to 7:00

Mr. Spy TF2 save me please

[austin-in-the-clouds]

I miss school.

I miss the people that cheer me on

I miss criticism that’s helpful not berating

I miss my real family that never calls me stupid

I miss the academics and showing off in class

I actually hate summer so much this isn’t even a poem anymore please just take me back to the ap classes and extra credit

[atomicfoxx]

I was walking into work just now and some guy in an SUV suddenly zooms around the corner over the crosswalk just before I was about to cross. Like damn I was this 🤏🏼 close to being able to go home with a FAT settlement 😔

[n1ntendos]

GIRL GET ME OUTTA HERE (work)

[thebisexualwreckoning]

i am at that point in my life in which I'm drinking orange juice out of a wine glass at 4:30 in the morning because moving sucks ass

[thejudgeandjuryofeverything]

Some days I want to descend into the depths like a nautilus and I think that’s normal

[sebdoesthings]

Take them back. Remove them. Reblogs only.

Just added “Likes”: an easy way to let people know that you like their posts.

[before-it-felt-like-a-sin]

I hate writing essays.

[inkskinned]

this is just my opinion but i think any good media needs obsession behind it. it needs passion, the kind of passion that's no longer "gentle scented candle" and is now "oh shit the house caught on fire". it needs a creator that's biting the floorboards and gnawing the story off their skin. creators are supposed to be wild animals. they are supposed to want to tell a story with the ferocity of eating a good stone fruit while standing over the sink. the same protective, strange instinct as being 7 and making mud potions in pink teacups: you gotta get weird with it.

good media needs unhinged, googling-at-midnight kind of energy. it needs "what kind of seams are invented on this planet" energy and "im just gonna trust the audience to roll with me about this" energy. it needs one person (at least) screaming into the void with so much drive and energy that it forces the story to be real.

sometimes people are baffled when fanfic has some stunning jaw-dropping tattoo-it-on-you lines. and i'm like - well, i don't go here, but that makes sense to me. of fucking course people who have this amount of passion are going to create something good. they moved from a place of genuine love and enjoyment.

so yeah, duh! saturday cartoons have banger lines. random street art is sometimes the most precious heart-wrenching shit you've ever seen. someone singing on tiktok ends up creating your next favorite song. youtubers are giving us 5 hours of carefully researched content. all of this is the impossible equation to latestage capitalism. like, you can't force something to be good. AI cannot make it good. no amount of focus-group testing or market research. what makes a story worth listening to is that someone cares so much about telling it - through dance, art, music, whatever it takes - that they are just a little unhinged about it.

one time my friend told me he stayed up all night researching how many ways there are to peel an orange. he wrote me a poem that made me cry on public transportation. the love came through it like pith, you know? the words all came apart in my hands. it tasted like breakfast.

[technically-human]

First meeting

[toastedjeans]

I wish i could use a VPN for real life and change location to somewhere else, preferably where it isn't that goddamn hot

[casscainmainly]

Duke insulting Jason Todd for no reason oh Duke nation we are so back

[darkwood-sleddog]

Being in the united states right now and having done everything in my personal power as an individual, an elected person, a constitutional scholar, to prevent what is happening from happening feels like being in a car and everybody is refusing to wear their seatbelts, but you are. But that’s not going to save you because the person driving the car is driving the car off a cliff. On purpose.