This Makes My Brain Go Fuzzy Like Tv Static

I love writing my stupid little poems into my stupid little diary

Just spent almost one and a half hours analyzing skylines and turnstiles and commenting on every single line and how I interpret it

the first picture omg

my girl got that vintage horror type beauty

I love gerard he's so off-putting and weird

I love this

Can someone make a compilation of pictures where Mikey looks like it's his first day in a body because i-

It's like he just woke up and appeared in a mortal form I love it

going insane rn

to much slay to handle

11 years.

Starting with kindergarten, our educational system is like a gigantic, heartless machinery programmed to standardise everything on its assembly line and discard all that does not fit the norm.

It's like you're putting pressure on the most vulnerable children, straining them to the max and beyond, until they crack and start erring, and then you slap a diagnosis on their foreheads and pat yourselves on the shoulder proudly, saying "good thing we spotted that".

Well, fuck you back. Just fuck you.

How about next time, you don't break them, and you don't put more pressure on them than they can bear, and you let them tap into their own resources and allow them to grow at their own pace and just look at the kid standing before you, just fucking look at them — not through them — at them — and see what they need to not be overwhelmed.

It's your job. Your vocation. To accompany children — even the fragile and difficult ones — into growth, not to pressure-test them and push their buttons and push them again until they cave in under the pressure and their tiny, fragile circuits begin to err while you keep pushing their buttons, and then you hand them to a specialized colleague because the child is [insert diagnosis here].

Just fuck you. This is where I draw the line. Fuck you.