"Yo, buddy. You still alive?"
mary / isfp / aqua (feb 9)
hi, nice to meet you. my name's mary and i'm really good at sleeping!! i'm also pretty friendly so feel free to send a pm anytime :)
i love dogs, sleeping, swimming, music, and art. reading is a given, isn't it? i can play the piano rather well, i guess...i've been told that i'm able to make the piano "talk." sadly, i'm starting to get a little rusty from lack of time for practice. i'm small and angry about it (still can't believe i'm shorter than levi, but i'm ready to fight jean kirschtein. come at me). i easily get too attached to fictional characters...and people. i am probably procrastinating right now. i hate the feeling of regret. i'm always tired, so much so that it's become a part of my personality. i wish school would teach us things like how to pay taxes, how to manage a bank account, what to do at a job interview, and for fuck's sake: how to be happy. i find love intriguing, though it actually frightens me at the same time. and i've come to realize that i've changed a lot since i created this account, haha. i basically redid this whole profile because i felt like i needed a fresh start.
i'm sorry (especially to all my friends on here who i've nearly lost contact with). i haven't been active in over a year. i'll try to get my life together and make some time for this godforsaken website. i almost deleted my account, but...i'm just too sentimental, y'know?
i want you to know that you're rad (and don't let anyone turn that r into an s).
anyway...have a lovely day.
So, maybe we’re the generation of the selfie,
but we’re also the generation that grew up in a tainted, photoshopped world
with every impossible beauty standard shoved down our throat through a tube
because eating has become a guilty pleasure
and condemning beauty ideals won’t go straight to our thighs.
And if, by chance, we are able to destroy the demons that you've planted inside of us
with your constant advertisements and rules that play behind our eyelids and take root in our brains,
then let us take our fucking pictures and capture that moment when we felt beautiful
because all this world has taught us is that our beauty is the greatest measure of our worth.
Scoff at our phones all you like, these delicate extensions of our fingers,
but know that through this technology that you couldn't even begin to understand,
we have smudged the entire world with our fingerprints.
We are the generation of knowledge, and we are learning more than any that came before us.
So, frown at my typing fingers; I am using them to grasp power by the throat.
Try to invalidate us, but we've heard our parents talking about
the world’s crashing and burning since we had sprung from the womb.
We know you've fucked up, and we’re angry about it―
the kind of anger that fuels knowledge, that I feel in my veins every time
I read the news from my phone before school, that sticks in my throat like honey in a debate;
the kind of anger that simmers, that sharpens teeth into daggers,
that makes this generation more dangerous than you could have ever imagined.
We are the generation of change, and goddammit, we’re coming.
—Emily Palermo, An Open Letter to the Men Who Told Me to Stay Out of Adult Conversations