This World Is Mad

she’s dating me now. she keeps me warm in the chill of my doubt. i rescue her from a season of drought. like this; my love - we even out.

bothered. unmoisterised. unhappy. out of my lane. unfocused. withering

being born in the late 90′s is a really weird time because our coming of age is/was so tied into the expansion of personal technology? like for so many of us the transition from getting your first flip phone to smartphones wasn’t just a technology shift, it was part of growing up. and it created this really weird timeline where new technologies were being created right as we entered the right age market to use them, so now we all know intuitively how to use snapchat or the social context of emoji use or whatever but we can also remember childhoods spent (almost) entirely outside and offline. like you get all the disillusionment of the older millennial generation except now with the stress of spending your adolescence measuring yourself against others on social media and it’s really fucking confusing

reminder: you survived even when it felt impossible to do so