"contact zone"

#did MODERN historians really say they were just friends? or did modern historians not use precisely the labels you’re accustomed to#and you got in a snit about it?

[ID: tags that read: “#time traveler: so now that i’ve explained our current understanding of sexuality would you say you identify more as lesbian or bi? #sappho: we went to the moon? #time traveler: yeah but remember what i told you about the gender binary? can we talk about- #sappho: the moon in the fucking sky?” end ID.]

some of yall will be like “i dont care about your dreams, i dont care about your spotify wrapped, i dont want to hear about your interests, dont you dare talk to me about your trauma,” and its like. what do you even have friends for. bc it sounds to me like you dont give a shit about anything that makes them a person. what do you talk about.

mental health status: need to look at the sea for hours and stay quiet

actually. the point of it all is to be sweet to your friends. so there

“i used to live there” is such a sad phrase. seeing places u used to live in is an odd thing. It’s like ‘i know where the best hiding place is in there. my bedroom was the one directly to the left as you walk in. i took my first steps on that flooring. i used to play in that yard with my grandma. she died two years ago. that was the only place i ever knew. those walls contain all of my childhood memories. i can no longer go there, but i know every corner like the back of my hand.’