As I walk down the street with my black nail polish, blue hair, big arm tattoo while blasting Green Day, I finally realized I became my middle school wet dream
TAYLOR, GRACIE, PHOEBE, LUCY AND JULIEN, IN THE SAME FUCKING PLACE, IN A FUCKING STADIUM, LITERALLY MY WHOLE SPOTIFY IS THERE WHILE IM NOT.
I'M ABOUT TO EAT GLASS
it's really heartbreaking that part of me is like "four final episodes of a league of their own, yay! closure" because the bar is legit on the ground when it comes to LGBTQ+ and diverse TV shows getting even a second season...it shouldn't be this hard
I feel like my generation was defined by getting groomed on kik/omegle and frantically trying to talk your tumblr friend down from suicide while your parents yell at you to put the damn phone down