99% of queer discourse stops right before they define the true difference between bisexual and pansexual!

every time it rains i have the urge to say “well our plan to stand alone in a field with a metal rod is out” which no one ever recognizes is from phineas and ferb but usually kills anyway

"what the fuck is your problem?" (compliment)

"are you sick in the head or something?" (flirtatious)

"fucking freak" (affectionate)

I’m literally in the club inhaling for 4 exhaling for 4 so i can deepen the moment

I think I’d make a really really really good false prophet.

After a while, clinical depression just gets annoying, bro. It's like shooing away house flies, but the house flies want you to kill yourself

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