My domineering parents set completely unattainable standards by telling me I should “do what makes me happy”. I envy my pampered diaspora friends, hothouse flowers afforded the simple metrics “become a lawyer”, “stop being gay”
My frontal lobe developed a few years ago actually. And next year when I turn 25 I’ll be done developing another lobe in front of that one. And when Im 30 that’s when I can use both of them at once via the fluid
I know music critics stopped paying attention to lyrics when certain openly queer artists rose to fame a few years ago but I would much prefer overly-confessional flowery lyrics to every cool sonically interesting new artist’s lyrics reading like sotce posts