hello this is my bog

got a crick in my neck and a frog in my throat and a chip on my shoulder and a stick up my ass and now you're gonna stand there puttin words in my mouth? haven't I been through enough?

im not a girl Unless ☝️ im being told to go piss

funny little headcanon is that i believe if victoria ever came out to her mom that shamsi would be like 'okay, that's fine. but i still don't understand why you do not want to go into surgery. all the other gay women are in surgery; do you not want to be a gay surgeon like yolanda and emery? what about your lesbian friend trinity, doesn't she want to do surgery as well? you can do better victoria'

put on episode 1 of half man to do some fun psychological damage to myself on this sunny saturday afternoon

eternal ass june ive already reincarnated 10,000 lives this month

i like when fiction treats love as a more complicated force and not something that is inherently pure or redemptive. portray it as flawed and complex as any other human impulse. give me love as prejudice, love as possessive stasis, love as addiction, love as blindness, etc.

at that, i find it disingenuous to frame it as “if the person hurt you they could not have loved you. that is not love.” just not a productive definition of the word to me