there is still time

seething about the fact that i will never experience photosynthesis in my own useless cells. i bet it feels so good when the light of the sun both warms you and fuels you at the same time. a bone-deep satisfaction mixed with a heated sugar-rush and endless brightness. not that i would fucking know

I’ve reprinted this drawing for the first time in years for Pride month, if you’d like one they’re here!

if you aren't best friends with your lover and a little bit in love with all your friends than what's the fucking point

And of course the second part of the tragedy, which is: which quadrant did you think you were in vs. which one you were really in

summer thunderstorms are one of the most romantic things in the world, actually

You guys would like my posts a lot more if you had my exact life experiences and internal monologue

hehehehehe * sudden moment of clarity that straightens my spine * what is this. who am I. * the clarity fades * hehehehehehe

I'm not gonna lie the secret to success for a great many people is absolutely stimulant abuse

(person who suspects they have ocd voice): what if every time i think something is an ocd symptom im actually faking it and stereotyping and ruining the lives of people with real ocd and im a terrible person

Supernatural is a tv show for peoples who are very sick,

i bet the pain will end if i arrange a perfect enough sentence about it

*turns my attention inwards* mmmmm. no *turns my attention back outwards* oh god

"why do you know that" i am curious about the world around me