atheist morrissey: Science Knows I'm Miserable Now
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atheist morrissey: Science Knows I'm Miserable Now
I'm not asking for anything, i just want to do and say what feels natural to me without being disrespected or looked at like im being a freak. I'm so tired of people treating me like I'm strange. I am, but can we not just move on?
i bet it feels good as fuck to be born in time to experience a society that has want yet for cynicism and irony instead of one thats already drowning in it and needs urgent rescue at the hands of genuine connection and expression. kicks a rock
The stars in my eyes made me stupid
Its exhausting trying to keep up with who yall don't like
anxiety will have you thinking things like "will everyone hate me if i order coffee at the coffee shop" and "will people think i'm crazy if i work out at the gym"
Like when I used to sit in class way too hot and sweaty but I thought I would fuck up taking my jacket off. I might punch the person next to me in the arm by accident or something
btw you will miss this in 5 or 10 years. memory will smooth these circumstances down like a river stone, and you will find yourself longing for a shade of light or a moment of this particular innocence. you don't know about what happens next, and one day that will be the most alluring thing of all. don't leave it all for nostalgia. have a nice night now, whatever night it happens to be.
I'm in a constant struggle of being frustrated with the shortcomings of the people in my life and wishing I had people who were better matched for me, and wondering if I'm actually just ungrateful for what I do have. Part of me feels so sure that relationship aren't supposed to feel this hollow
There’s no way I’m real
people will talk about a gay historical figure and a homophobe will cut in with “but they had children!” yeah????? (most) gay people can? your reproductive tract doesn’t stop working the moment you come out of a closet? also he was king, it was his job to produce an heir even if he wasn’t attracted to his spouse, many heterosexual royals did too???
When i would tell people in school my dad is gay I got asked multiple times "but then how do you exist?" "How did you get here?" Like they didnt realize gay people have the same biology or something??
The whole “they voted for it” rhetoric in regard to the low quality of life in red states (specifically in the south) makes me want to start killing and maiming. Frothing at the mouth and clawing. Reading through the screen and grabbing that lib’s throat. It is easier to turn your empathy off and classism on and say “all the people in that state are stupid broke redneck white trash so why should I care about them”, I’m sure.
i’d be so powerful if i was normal
men go "i am very unhappy" and you ask why and they go "i have decided that being a man requires being unhappy and alcoholic. I saw it on television" and you go "was it in the series where the guy was a depressed alcoholic because the point was showing that being obsessed with the abstract concept of being a man will make you unhappy" and they go "yeah it was that one" and you go "well you know you could stop doing all that literally any time and instead do things that make you happy" and they go "no i want to do this. I want to be sad no matter what and i just need you to be really upset about it" and you go "why would i be upset about you making yourself sad for no fucking reason" and they go "because i'm a man. That has to be really important to you"
A true feminist utopia would include women who capitulate to male beauty standards and objectification purely because they *want* to, and that reality is too much for some of you to handle