to all the victims of csa who have never told anyone. to all the victims of csa who don't remember, clearly or at all. to all the victims of csa who struggle with understanding if it was "bad enough". to all the victims of child on child sa. to all the victims of csa who are still repulsed to sex or even to all physical touch. to all the victims of csa who don't wish to "overcome" their repulsion to sex or physical touch. to all the victims of csa who freeze, who dissociate, who cry and rage easily. i love you i love you i love you. they don't know you. you know you. trust yourself. trust your body. you decide what to do with what happened. you decide how you feel. keep going

Dude you cant even tie a bunch of bed sheets together to make a makeshift rope and descend from a window anymore

we all must get weirder and more queer. i am completely serious and genuine and this is urgent. please get weirder and gayer now. if you see me acting weird and gay mind your business a little bit.

we are not born to die!! what are you talking about!! do you think a book begins just to finish? do you think a song opens with a beautiful chord just for it to end? you don’t read the book to finish it, you read the book to eat up the excitement and the emotions it evokes!! to learn and to digest and to fall in love and be heartbroken!! you listen to the song to dance and dance and sing your throat raw!!! to cry and smile and swell with the harmonies!! yes, we are born with the inevitable fate of death, we are mortal after all, but that is merely the finale of the play!! the final act, the closing of the curtains - we are not born to take a bow and exit stage left!! we are born to love and be joyous and yell and move and learn and cry and feelfeelfeel!!!  we are not born to die, silly, we’re born to live!!!

This is so violently hopeful and uplifting everyone needs to see it

i feel kind of like an alien in a very poorly fitted human costume and i look at everyone around me doing daily tasks and interpreting subtext in conversations and making and maintaining friendships and relationships and they go to work and they like things a normal amount and i can't help but think: is it really that easy for them? and if so, why can't it be for me?

Hey sorry I didn't talk to you for over a week time keeps moving too fast

Hey sorry I didn't talk to you for over a month time keeps moving too fast

LMFAOOOO this is too real

“you’re so sensitive” i was born with a poet’s soul. bitch