your name has echoed through my mind

uh honey? they’re nailing me to the cross

everything is so so significant to me how am i supposed to live

me, thinking about gay sex at work: god i hope no one can tell that i'm thinking about gay sex at work

me about a man who isn't real: they don't make men like this anymore

the urge to just lay down and let time pass you by forever. it’s called clinical depression

thinking abt when someone rests their head on your shoulder and suddenly you’re barely breathing because you don’t want to disrupt their comfort by moving. will never get over how there can be so much love held in silent gestures.

*spends all of my time alone* perfect! but why am i crazy

remembering in my biology class last year when the teacher called someone a numbskull then said “sorry, I should be calling you guys ‘gumball’ ‘cause you’re all chewed up” then a guy said “I’m more like the bones in a grave, like it’s just over for me” & none of it made any sense

people conflate top/bottom with dom/sub because they view the role of penetrator/penetrated as inherently tied to domination and submission because those things are themselves conflated with gender actually. this isn't that hard to grasp