if ur hiking thru the woods anytime and u see me knife fighting w someone dont worry about involving urself or anything. its just me and my friends having a homoerotic bonding experience.

i wish i had a group of outdoorsy friends to do gay shit in the woods with like building a structurally unsound rope swing, climbing into abandoned restricted areas, finding animal bones, discovering a dead body (which causes us to have a profound bonding experience that will impact us for the rest of our lives), throwing rocks at passing cop cars from the hedges and sitting on a smooth flat topped rock or mossy log playing drinking games and exchanging kisses over a campfire. thats all.

Does anyone else love bad weather? Like the kind that’s loud and dark and draws attention to its self like pounding rain drops and thunder and lightning that seems just so close. And you can sit near a window and it’s dark outside and maybe you’ve got a candle lit or a lamp and it’s so warm inside and you’re wearing you’re favourite sweater and watching a good show or reading a good book and it’s beautiful outside the rain and the clouds and the sound of it all and you’re just so content and cosy and happy

i want friends with whom i can visit art galleries and photography collections, exchange monthly book recommendations, take long city walks during the night, drink cheap wine while listening to vinyl records, browse second-hand bookshops, spend all day in little libraries, sit on balconies and take pictures of the evening sky

not to be a person of color, but white people really got me feeling like i somehow can’t be a poc and lgbt at the same time. like there is SOOOOO much racism in the lgbt community (antiblackness especially) and erasure of lgbt poc that my brain literally slips sometimes and associates being gay with whiteness because you pea-brained motherfuckers never fucking show us anything else. i’m friends with someone who, before figuring out who they were, literally didn’t think they could actually be part of the community because “only white people could be gay.” that was his thought process. i sometimes feel “white” for wanting to wear pride merch or writing about being gay/trans rather than about being a poc as if those two things can’t coexist. at this point, i feel seriously alienated from the community in general… and that infuriates me! this community was literally formed by people of color! US! how the fuck were you all able to whitewash this?

if white people want to reblog this just to like spread awareness or whatever i guess that’s alright, but seriously, don’t even think about commenting. this post doesn’t need your input.

I’ve had people say to my face ‘you can’t be gay!! You’re brown!!’ And the nerve of people who say I can’t be trans because I’m Indian???? Mate we had one of the biggest and most accepting trans communities before colonisation came along, go sit on a cactus

you sure did ruin this post too didn’t you huh… can’t follow any fuckin’ directions where i said for white people not to be stupid and annoying and don’t comment on this post like a bunch of stupid annoying white motherfuckers huh… you contributed absolutely zero things here… poc don’t need your approval believe it or not and pretending you’re one of the ~good white people~ who “hates white people” just makes you look twice as pathetic as your run of the mill racist 

When a drunk girl outside a club bathroom speaks… you listen. If she tells you that you’ll find love despite being hurt in the past? She’s right. If she tells you to stop being so self-aware? She’s right. They are the modern day Oracles at Delphi and must be taken at their every word

get out of my room, MOM, i’m analyzing homoerotic subtext that doesn’t actually exist

i genuinely don’t understand why mary shelley’s writing style is so underappreciated because the first page of matilda just left me speechless