Sir please thats my emotional support stack of books that i havent read

head full but i dont even know what’s in there

catch me in target lusting after kitchenware like a 45 year old mother of three

having interests is like. I am unashamed of these. no I'm not . yes I am. i am not <3

thinking about the friendships that just dissipate and the unresolved grief that comes with that

tumblr today feels like tumblr during eurovision. the same chaotic energy, the same mutuals reblogging the same post 20 times in a row, the same level of utter confusion for anyone who has yet to catch up with whatever the fuck is going on,,, it really is beautiful

Finding a fresh new daydreaming plot is honestly the best feeling.

the crushing guilt of being unproductive vs the exhaustion of being burned out. fight.

you ever just get in bed and ur like yep this is where i’m meant to be

do u guys ever wonder about which of your ancestors were gay. like was my great-great-great-grandmother actually in love with her best friend when she was a young girl? did one of my great-grandfather’s brothers have an affair with another man when some war or other was playing out? did anyone run away w/ their gay lover, never to be heard from again? i NEED to know

why do straight ppl assume us gays to be soo attracted to them like your fashion sucks. Do you even know how to use a sword? Smfh

bro shut up i’m trying to relive an emotional fictional moment