(sighing wistfully while drinking energy drink out of a porcelain cup)
until the world realizes the joys of shipping not just for endgame traditionally happy romantic relationships
edit: fuck, add the toxic-ever-afters to that too (because who fooled the population into thinking that everything lasts), and anything on the fringe of amatonormativity
but also for the painful ends,
the "realizing i'm not good for them,"
the "realizing i can do better"
the "maybe they're better off without me"
the "i still love them in a different way that doesn't matter any less than what the world tells me is 'love'"
and the "man i really fumbled that did i"
i will be convinced that i do not belong in this healthy world /dramatic /i'm not going to die over a toxic ship