his eyes shine like the rays of morning

I identify the most with the woman who has a green velvet ribbon around her neck and keeps being like "DONT untie my neck ribbon or something really bad will happen" and then her husband unties the ribbon and her head falls off. this is extremely real to me. spent my whole life like "please don't do this thing to me or really bad stuff will happen" and everyone around me being like "that sounds fake" and doing it anyway. and then my head fell off!

In my opinion it's a lot more healthy to be able to own that you dislike someone for petty reasons than to do all kinds of mental gymnastics to make everyone you don't really vibe with out to be a bad person actually

it's been a difficult past 20 years, as someone who doesn't like superheroes or star wars

Pretty much how I talk to my internal critic but with less rhyming

Having a bad anxiety-and-negative-self-talk day and I’m just walking along muttering shut the FUCK up you punk ass bitch and hoping nobody hears me.

(snaps out of it) OH MY GOD WHAT HAVE I BEEN DOING!! HOLY JESUS CHRIST FUCK WHY DID NOBODY TRY TO STOP ME (eases back into it) ahhhh. yeah this feels right

my dog actually loves being shot in the head with 19th century european automatic handguns

I kind of miss the impulsivity that certain spaces used to allow. oh you want a hair cut today? hairdresser in the corner can fit you in before her 2 o’clock. tattoo of a cobra… sure leg or arm? even concerts, back when you could go to the box office thirty mins before any show. not saying these things don’t exist at all, but everything feels booked five months in advance and 10x more expensive

Some of the edgiest queers in the world who constantly talk about romanticizing cannibalism and gore is punk or whatever will turn into the literal pope when confronted with anything realistic having to do with sex like im sorry but people fuck in the park at night sometimes always have and always will and you’re going to have to go about your life without advocating for them to be skinned alive in Alcatraz

quite honestly i don't see how you're supposed to work a full-time job that's actively destroying your body when you're already disabled in order to pay for your medications without turning to substance abuse, and it's like nobody wants to address that at all, it's all like my fault that i'm an alcoholic or whatever because it would be bad for a therapist to actually acknowledge that the position i'm in is cruel and intended to be this way to kill us

if ur lgbt+ im curious: if u can remember, what was your first major Gay Ship?

I am a friend to all cats. Yes even the mean ones. They have their reasons.