The World Has No Right To My Heart

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

Execs be like "this animated show can't appeal to adults unless it's ugly as fucking sin"

why do people always ask me if I’m okay when I’m lying on the floor. yes I’m okay. I’m living my best life. can’t a girl just lie on the floor and stare blankly at the ceiling listening to 1970s Swedish pop sensation ABBA sing Waterloo. I’m having me time

reblog if it's okay to IM you

its okay to Immediately Murder me even if we aren’t mutuals

any minor inconvenience happens and im ready to go home and go to sleep.

this is a transgender zone you either support trans rights or you die dude

*french tucks pajama shirt into sweatpants* for tan france

trust yourself. you’ve survived a lot, and you’ll survive whatever is coming

being gay is a constant battle between “i wish to sit on a window bench with my lover, our legs tangling as we listen to the birds” and “hey let’s go throw rocks at fascists” and i think that’s very sexy of us

if the window’s open and you time it right you can do both

shout out to strangers who see gay people with their partners and just start grinning at them for no reason in particular... you are just one step below obviously gay cashiers who find elaborate ways to subtly compliment us on gay things so that we know they’re gay too

real romance is just being deeply stupid together. i dream of one day meeting someone i can be deeply stupid with and not feel embarrassed