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Wrong blog but ok I can celebrate twice

you know what, i know too much about america. social media is so american-centric i could probably tell you more about there than my home country. i would like to forget some information about america please. i would like for someone to say “I am from Oregon” and for me to reply “haha is that some kind of herb?”. please erase america from my knowledge. thank you

Oregon is a bad book about a boy who finds a dragon egg

No, no, that’s Eragon. Oregon is that thing they play in cathedrals.

No, that’s an organ. Oregon is the leader of the fellowship of the ring

No, no, that’s Aragon. Oregon is the eighteenth element on the periodic table

Every single girl who gets a crush on Saiki is actually them just going through a compulsory heterosexuality phase before realizing they’re lesbian. Rifuta? 1000% canon massive raging crush on Teruhashi. Teruhashi? Super gay and equally repressed because she thinks “””perfect””” girls aren’t gay but little does she know that she’s perfect the way she is. Yumehara? Poor girl is still in the comphet phase but she’ll grow out of it eventually. Aiura? She thought her crystal ball was telling her her romantic soulmate was Saiki but actually they’re platonic psychic soulmates because their powers complement each other.

does this mean im next

i was

What if... you all interacted with me right now.... jkjk.... unless??

alright, amended argument: The Light Behind Your Eyes and The World Is Ugly are amazing and two of mcrs best songs. other than that i stand by what i said

Do any other american high schoolers have intense survivor’s guilt and trauma with school shootings even though they weren’t at your school?

Like. A laser tag place opened geared towards teenagers and it got no business, we tried to enjoy it but when someone pointed a laser machine gun at me and I instinctively dropped behind the nearest wall and reached to turn off my phone I cried, I wasn’t the only one. The announcements system turns on at an unexpected time and everyone holds their breath until they say something besides “locks, lights, out of sight,” nobody even jokingly pops chip bags anymore, a door slammed really loud during a class change and everyone dropped and ran. Everyone cries during drills, even the toughest ranch kids. Every drill comes with a full day of teachers crying and telling us that they love us all so much and will die for us, and every kid in every class looking around wondering who would I die for? Who would die for me? You walk to the bathroom and wonder every second if it happens right now, where will I go? You test supply closet doors to see which ones are unlocked, you memorize which furniture in the teachers’ lounge your English teacher says is light enough to barricade a door with. The fire alarm goes off and nobody moves, instead you wait for gunshots—it a trap? You stand with a group of freshmen and realize that you’re the oldest, you know you’ll have to die for them. You forget your ID tag and worry that now the police won’t be able to tell your parents if you’re safe, or not safe. Your stats teacher has a baseball bat by the door, your math teacher keeps a stapler under each desk to throw, your drama teacher asks who will be willing to stand by the non-locking door with the Shakespearean swords. Your yearbook teacher tells you don’t worry about breaking a camera because you heard about the kids who died holding them. You don’t use the bathroom during classes because you don’t want to be the only target to shoot at. You keep your phone on silent 24/7 because you worry the one time you forget will be when you get your whole US History class killed. You have a snap saved with your class schedule and school and full name to send in an instant to your internet friends so they know if you were on that wing, you have a note saved with the things you want your mom to know and the things you’re sorry for. At the age of 12 I was told I needed to know who I would die for and that it was okay if it was nobody, that was my decision to make. School shootings control us more than adults and non-Americans could possibly imagine and nobody moves to change anything unless we’re actively screaming for it. Have you considered we’re too scared?

The absolute fuck. The fuck did I just read. This sounds like dystopian fiction. The fucking fuck.

The mere notion that highschool children might have survivor’s guilt is sickening

ITS HAPPENING SEASON FOUR IS FUCKING HAPPENING BABY WOOOOOOOOO LETS GOOOOO 💞💕💘💓💞💗💕💗💘💘

guess im reviving this blog

disgusted by people who listen to music on shuffle. you are less than swine

imagine listening to the same songs in the same order every day this post was made by shuffle gang

i mean i criticize steven universe because of how poorly they handle their LGBT characters, having all of them come from a monogender species and having the only long term, canon, requited lgbt relationship hidden inside garnet at all times. plus the racially uncomfortable overtones. or no, clearly im racist myself that makes way more sense. maybe im homophobic too, i don’t know.