interested in liminal spaces. interested in the in betweens. rest stops. airports. schools at night. late december. teenagedom. purgatory. grief.

actually i am worried about social media and especially how it's becoming unusable as "social" media and instead being turned into yet another commodity where everyone is expected to be successful and promote their personal businesses and network and joylessly devote even more of their already limited free time to the capitalist machine grinding us all slowly beneath its wheels

nobody who's ever drawn or been a fan of a "tumblr sexyman" will ever be on the level of some 19th century artists with satan

listen I don’t “like” things, I either read a book/watch a show and forget 0.2 secs later or change my entire lifestyle based on what it was until I find something new

Lets normalise me not doing anything every day and having no direction in life!!! 

one day some of you will actually go outside and go to pride and you’re going to meet old black queens who refers to themselves as femme, you’ll meet people from small towns who still use the word transsexual, you’ll see that your local activist organization set up a stall about your local LGBT history that includes leather bar’s history, you’ll see lesbians in groups refer to themselves as “guys” and “boys”, you’ll see someone with breasts and pasties and little else have “he / him” painted on his chest, and you’ll be so caught up with your terminally online attitude that instead of appreciating the wide diversity of people who exist in the LGBT community who are brave enough to share themselves you’ll just be formulating posts and tweets in your head for when get home about how “problematic” it all was and it’s honestly tragic