Damnation in New & Interesting Ways

fuck, marry, kill: the wound that won’t heal, the past you can’t undo, the ghost that keeps returning

the tragedy of tumblr is you will inevitably meet people who you should be having a sleepover with. you should be rolling around on their floor and rummaging through their fridge and watching shitty movies with. you should be shopping with should be going out to a cafe with should be wandering through the aquarium with. people who you should be experiencing quotidian joys with... and you cannot! because they live one million miles away

one time i told a group of lesbian and bi women that i have never watched wicked and they were shocked, gagged, gooped, “but you’re queer. you like pussy. how have you not seen wicked?” yeah. well. i like pussy, not musicals?

“are you going to the lucy dacus concert?” no. i listen to gucci mane.

if you aren't best friends with your lover and a little bit in love with all your friends than what's the fucking point

whoever came up with shaving pussy should be put to death

Not to put too fine a point on it, but I could really use some help.

I’m sorry to trouble you, but I could still really use some help.

becomes morose and silent