Rampant Intellectualism As A Coping Mechanism

“do they collide?” i ask and you smile // from the passenger seat as you are driving me home

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What do u do when the sadness is eating u alive from the inside but u r 2 sad 2 make art about it?

Our parents generation teases ours about the spike in depression, anxiety, and related mental illnesses and imbalances. They say we’re weak and it’s because our generation doesn’t have anything real to worry about. In some respects, maybe they’re right, but what they didn’t consider is that our generation is literally watching the world end in front of our eyes and there’s nothing we can do about it. Our generation is living with the fallout of the irreversible damage our parents generation did to our planet and it’s resources, and they’re wondering why we’re suddenly a little more anxious than they were??

I desperately want to give you all of me, but I'm terribly afraid you won't want it once you have it

Not as much as I love you