Leesh 💋

despite my many fantasies about it i just wouldn’t make it in the victorian era. i don’t have it in me. one of my close, ambiguously gay companions would tenderly brush a strand of hair back from my forehead, or hold my hand while rubbing their thumb over the back soothingly in a show of emotional support, or send me a heartfelt, affectionate letter lamenting our time apart and looking forward to our next meeting with dried flowers handpicked and pressed into the paper and i’d just end up sprawled over the nearest couch or draped languidly across my four-poster bed, letter still clutched loosely in one of my limp hands, sighing dramatically and succumbing to fits of weeping at irregular intervals until my concerned family were forced to call on the physician, who would take one look at me and instantly diagnose me with nervous hysteria, and lock me up in the attic of my own house to prevent me from inflicting myself on polite society or, even worse, writing poetry

*is either devoted to someone within seconds or can’t get emotionally attached ever*

can my gender be “borderline personality disorder”

being a human is kinda dumb because we get to REASON and THINK HARD which really isn’t fair, i’d rather be an orchid and eat light beams all day, no offense to the miracle that is evolution, like, thanks for the opportunity to participate in an advanced society but put me in the ground 

listen to yourself and watch your language. instead of saying “sorry for ranting”, say “thank you for listening to me”. instead of saying “sorry that i am overemotional”, say “thank you for trying to understand something difficult”. instead of saying “sorry if i am a burden”, say “thank you for the time and energy you invest in our friendship”. good things will come when you realize you are not an apology.