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Guess who’s heartbroken? This idiot.

“Be the kind of person who isn’t afraid to ask someone if they are okay twice if they say they are, but look like they aren’t. Be the kind of person who smiles at people even if they don’t smile back. Be the kind of person you wished for when no one was there for you.”

— Nikita Gill (Be That Kind of Person)

Stardust

I love the word stardust. It could be the little spikes of color in someone’s eyes. Snow flakes in someone’s hair on New Years. The stars gave you those freckles as stardust so wear them proudly. Not many people get to see true startdust. Find your own. I dare you.

I shouldn’t be scared of dying at a desk with a bullet in my brain

A gen z mood is having a detailed plan of what you would do if some one shot up your school, like where you would hide and how you would hide your friends to keep them safe even if you yourself are not.

It has come to my attention that answering “How are you” with “not dead yet” may be alarming to some folks,

Thanks 💜🖤

Plum aesthetic

Generation Z

Generation Z was born with the tragedy of 9/11 shadowing our birth certificates. A warning signal of what’s to come in the rest of our lives.

Because we grew up going to class with four— yes, four— of our classmates raising their hands and having scars on their arms being exposed. No one says anything because it’s too common for the guidance counselor to deal with, so everyone adverts their eyes instead.

We have, time and time again, gone to class only to hide under our desks for four hours not being sure whether the alarm blaring in or ears is a drill or not. Texting your parents worried because nobody knows what’s going on, and all you can do is hope that this is one of the dozens of drills you have each month and not one of the hundreds of school shootings every year.

We’re afraid to go to concerts and movie theaters and malls, and the general fucking outside world with our friends or family because of the terrorism displayed on the news. We’re scared of ending up dead every time we leave our house because the chances of it happening are more likely than it not.

We grew up in a mental health crisis and a new age of terrorism and violence. We don’t have memories of being happy, because as soon as we became self aware we knew what was going on around us.

And every time we say something to make things better for the next generation after us; every time we cry or slit our wrists just like we know to do oh so well; every time we try to do anything in the our lives we’re told that we’re too young to understand. That we have nothing to fear.

And when we’re dead, what do we have to fear then?

When we’re dead, will we finally be heard?

We are all humans and should be treated as such💕💕💕