SAVE SAVE SAVE

i dont even know where the bit ends and i begin

let’s talk about how they made it impossible to function without a phone and digitalised everything and then turned around and went “actually! these phone things aren’t safe for kids but it’s magically ok once you’re eighteen. guess you’ll have to have your life dictated by your parents now lol cause we’re gonna take the devices away from you. IT’S FOR YOUR OWN GOOD WHY ARE YOU COMPLAINING”

ok my apologies. take away my ability to buy anything too ig because these fuckass stores don’t accept cash anymore. take away my ability to communicate with people outside my house and school because I can’t text and I can’t email and I cant drive to them either and I can’t even fucking get public transport without a phone either. can’t order at a fucking restaurant without being asked to get a membership and install an app and also very sorry but you can only order through our online menu now! have you ever considered that it’s not just about instagram?

oh. and when the doomed character has false hope for a moment and you get to see that they really do have dreams and goals outside of their circumstances. just to then have that hope taken away. and the audience knew it would happen, but the character didn’t. they really believed it. and they had dreams. ow.

Someone stop me from writing the pilot for a series idea I have about the life of a fictional gay territories wrestler. and by stop me I mean tell me I should do it actually

what’s funny is I know exactly what the last scene of the series would be. which might not be the best place to start from whoops