playing sims since '08. good omens playing me since '23

you're my brother and to some extent my dog

Being a fan of a male artist is a deeply disappointing experience. No matter how much their work resonates with us, inspires us, and uplifts us, at the end of the day they don’t see us as equal to them. It’s hard to accept that they don’t relate to us the same way we relate to them. When I listen to my favorite songs by these artists, I’m reminded that they are thinking, feeling people just like me. It’s sad that they reserve their sense of humanity only for other men.

i’m very self aware. which unfortunately hasn’t solved anything

a sloppy kisser with a below average rock hard penis. is what would cheer me up on this sunday

the best part about reading RPF is reading something that sounds so “fanfiction-y” only to realize that it actually happened IRL and the author was simply incorporating historical precedence in their writing