The agony of thinking you’re finished doing the dishes only to turn around and to your horror: the pot.

forever grateful i was simply too lazy to let the make up industrial complex get its hooks in me. I was just like im not doing all of that. im doing none of that in fact

I love lesbian gender so much. Literally every lesbian I’ve met has their own unique form of gender expression. Even within dynamics like butchfemme, we still transcend “normal” definitions of gender. We’re like scrapbooks, we just collect all these little pieces of fashion and culture and construct our own sense of beauty out of it in hopes that other lesbians will find it cool.

shoutout to boring queer people who don’t do shit. just go to work or school and then come home to watch shows. while gay

save me early spring sunshine

overheard someone say that lesbians don’t have male icons the way gay men have female icons…. baby you have not logged onto tumblr dot com. the lesbians are dedicating blogs to men who look like the default mii

the thing that gave you anxiety attacks for 2 years straight will be resolved on a random Wednesday morning btw

this isn’t about hating her this is about recognizing there will always be a small part of me a little hurt and a little scared and it’s my job to care for that part in the way she needed at the time

The cauliflower is draining their life energy to stay fresh

i know it's hard. but i so firmly believe the strongest antidote to loneliness is reaching out first. and continuing to reach out. again and again and again. excise any scrap of shame you hold about being the person who texts first or pitches the plan or asks to get lunch. everyone is tired and busy and struggling. and afraid of feeling unwanted and unimportant. don't let the people you love feel that way. reach out first. don't be a ghost in your own life.