gay with a soft g

i love discovering new music. but there's actually nothing like rediscovering old music. like, hello me from 5, 10, 15 years ago. so good to see you. same heart, i see. god, i love you.

I love that thing when people get a little bit tongue-tied and garble what they’re trying to say so they make a little “blegh” 👅 noise and start over. verbal reset button. hitting the top of the tv to unscramble the signal

forget age gaps or differences in rank or whatever the most potently dangerous power dynamic in any relationship is "people like you more than me"

genuinely nothing is more corrosive to love, respect, or trust than the insecurity of forever being second and last in line. of always being the plus one but never invited; always tolerated on their behalf but never wanted on your own. of knowing that nobody's jealousy or admiration is about you at all, only your place at their side. you tell them that you feel like you only exist when you're with them, and they laugh, charmed, but it isn't a figure of speech. it's not enough that they love you best if everyone else loves them better.

okay some people are misinterpreting this as talking about people who treat you like a pity project and like they're doing you a favour by choosing you. this isn't necessarily about relationships made toxic by people who don't value you enough. this is about knowing that you're socially disposable and being unable to accept the love that you're offered because you resent how much your life depends on it.

once this scheiss hitzewelle stops and i am not on the brink of a kreislaufkollaps schon um neun uhr früh it'll be over for you bitches

underrated ship dynamic is 'they deserve each other /derogatory'

doing crafts while listening to a podcast is truely an ancient activity. makes me feel like a prehistoric grandma doing nålbinding at the fire and also a young lady learning to do embroidery and also a sailor knitting in his free time on the ship and also my gay friends doing fiber arts and we're all telling each other stories

You guys are always like "being crushed by 10,000 tons of rock probably feels good as hell" or "being torn to pieces by hunting dogs would low key fix me" and I feel like those things would actually be unpleasant.

How about "Drinking an ice cold strawberry milkshake probably feels good as hell". Do you guys like that one.

i love the point in the hero’s journey where he gets bent over and railed until he cries

love that it’s called the escape key. get me out of here

Whenever I text someone happy birthday I always have to double check and then I panic and worry that I’ve somehow gotten their birthday wrong this year and I read the date wrong on the messages from last year and my calendar is wrong. #Normal

Opposite curse of Achilles where you can choose to do something grand and dangerous and be forgotten or live a normal unremarkable life and be remembered forever and that’s what happened to Ea-nāṣir

when you save alarms for specific things but then you just keep reusing them. like sure wake me up at the chocolate milk alarm, what do i care