LOOKING FOR EXITS_

i know i’ve talked about this before but it’s really insane when you were passively suicidal for two decades and out of the blue you catch yourself saying shit like “i’ve been trying to eat a lot of fibre because i don’t want to risk colorectal cancer in my 40s” like okay … 40s are part of the plan now?

As an aro who has been abused by those who loved me, I want to see more love as horror. Love as suffocation. Love as violence. I don’t want to hear “if they really loved you they wouldn’t have—” as if love is some pure force, some inherent good. Show me love that is evil. Love that is haunting. Love that is poison dressed up as a cure.

A big issue with online queer discourse is you never know what queer level your opponent is. You could be arguing about he/him lesbians with someone who thinks men can’t be bisexual

not enough scenes in books where characters kill someone and throw up afterwards. like something has to be done

actually, caesar was stabbed 60 times. it just looked like 23 because, after the tumblr update,

i have got to give up the desire to be understood. lol