In Whats Happening To Our Society Right Now: Its Sad That You Cant Even Trust The Same Guys Who Are Out

“Last Night’s Debate, or the Mansplaining Olympics,” Alexandra Petri 

I, too, remember that feeling. You are caught between all that was and all that must be. You feel lost.

Haruki  Murakami, Hard-Boiled Wonderland And The End Of The World. (via psych2go)

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. 

do you ever get so annoyed at everything that you start to get pissed off at even little things like a spoon clinking against a bowl or sounds of people talking  

someone: so what is your biggest fear?

me, thinking about those times when you’re sat at a window seat on the bus and a stranger sits beside you trapping you there and your stop is coming up but you’re on a seat that isn’t near a stop button so you’re going to have to communicate with this stranger to move while the bus is still in motion and navigate to a stop button in time without falling but you’re bad at socialization and maintaining your balance: heights

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After not being able to sleep for more than a few hours at a time, I just slept 24 hours. Now I just want puppies, bacon, and chocolate. Puppies for cuddles, not for eats.