Young, Wild, Americian: Looking To Be Something

it will pass but like can i at least get an eta

hello child born between the end of the 1990s and beggining of the 2000s, welcome to my saw trap. in front of you is a computer, you can learn to code and guarantee yourself the only career that will be available in a couple of decades, or you can play around on ms paint and develop a beautiful creative mind that will starve to death forever, you have a few years to choose but by the time you do it'll be too late

my favorite love language is trying, actually

like when people try to learn your hobbies or try to play the same sports that you play in an effort to get closer to you, people who try to love you the way you love people, people who will go to places you want to visit just for your sake, people remembering, putting in an effort. just. trying

I wish to purchase goods and services without entering a blood covenant that entitles the provider to email and text me forever and also store a bunch of my personal data that they’re going to apologize for exposing in a breach in the next five to ten years

I love you time theft I love you long breaks I love you wasting time in the bathroom I love you texting on the clock

how come there are dishes to be washed every time i eat something. i can’t stand this everyone is out to get me.

Reblog to make black queer people feel visible and supported (and also to make a white gay big mad)