CAN’T WAIT TO MOVE INTO A SIMPLE APARTMENT WITH THE LOVE OF MY LIFE AND FALL ASLEEP AND WAKE UP NEXT TO THEM AND COOK DINNER WITH THEM AND HAVE RANDOM MIDNIGHT TRIPS FOR SNACKS AND STAY UP LATE PLAYING VIDEO GAMES OR WATCHING MOVIES AND BEING ABLE TO SHARE EVERY MOMENT OF MY LIFE WITH THEM

“we are looking for a possible motive” yeah… 50 lgbt + latinx people slaughtered at a popular gay nightclub on latinx night during pride month……. I wonder what the motive could’ve possibly been……. hmmmmmmm…. any ideas anyone?

i hate how my entire day can be ruined because of a particular conversation i had, or because of how someone phrased something or because of the tone they used. i hate how i am so horribly sensitive that what counts for me as a “bad day” hinges entirely on the most insignificant things. things other people can shrug off, but they weigh heavy on me all day.