One of the most impactful vines that has graced our generation is “Yeet” and Terra, the thrower of that empty bitch, doesn’t get the recognition she rightfully deserves. The term “yeet” has become an integral part of this generation’s vocabulary and has even brought to light the antiquated word “yoink” (equal, yet opposite energy). Denying Terra her position of influence on our culture is a travesty, especially compared to the disgraceful fame of Danielle Bregoli (the “Cash-me-ouside” girl). In this essay, I will
My favorite thing about the new year is that everyone has entered 2019 ready to start swinging at the first thing that moves. We’re all out here, not taking any shit, ready to fight, beautiful
It’s like none of this “have a good year!” Shit, everyone is just like “you better make it a good year or else” and honestly that’s powerful. We’re all really out here ready to punch 2019 in the throat, iconic
My brother was diagnosed with depression years before I was, and because of that he started therapy years before I did.
I still remember when I was a young teen and he was playing a Nirvana song and he stopped it at this one line: “I miss the comfort of being sad”
He told me that when you start to get better, there’s a part of you that misses being sad and that if you start feeling that way you have to be extra extra aware and careful because if you indulge the feeling you’ll go down a self-destructive spiral
And even though that was years and years ago, I think about it all the time. Especially when I’m reading discourse on the idea of getting so attached to mental illness as an identity that you don’t want to improve things because you feel safe in it and don’t know who you are without it
I always think of that line “I miss the comfort of being sad” and my brother’s warning
