having “gaaaaaaay” shouted at you as a term of endearment by another lgbt+ person is such a beautiful thing

I may be exhausted and broke but at least I’m gay

Never related to anything else more

if you’re still unlearning internalized problematic shit clap your hands

#if i ever think i’m finished poke me with a stick

If I mysteriously die or disappear just know it was the duolingo owl

sound on

that is a bird

I DON’T THINK CUTE EVEN COVERS IT THAT IS FLIPPING ADORABLE

His name is Pistachio, and he curls up next to my head every night and purrs as he falls asleep. He was a stray, and he definitely appreciates a forever home.

I’m in tears!

I just want to know how the writers of snl knew about my very specific sexual fantasy