tired

missionary so I can see the hate in your eyes for the government

the kind of sense of self you can only feel when you are geographically distant from your mom

Ugly Duckling sequel where the swan is like hey it's nobody's fault and I don't think anyone did anything wrong per se but nonetheless I did feel really alienated and depressed for most of my youth and those years do continue to affect me in the present day and their mom is like, so what you're saying is that you think I'm a failure and a bad duck.

trying to explain to tumblr that the Middle Class in not their enemy

Imagine someone creating scenarios in their head with you in it

another day at the gym, another day yearning for butches

when will banana bread ride tf out of me and bite my neck :/

You know what, despite the horrors, at least there's still butches.

sexual thrill at the mere prospect of cataloging things in a database

It’s so crazy that someone you love dying just turns into one humiliation ritual after another. Constantly explaining to people that they died. Filling out endless paperwork for years after. Phone call after phone call to organize what to do with the body and funeral arrangements. God forbid they died suddenly or didn’t have an ironclad will or it turns into even more of a bureaucratic nightmare. On top of it all, everything associated with dying is the most expensive things on planet earth. And through it all, if the grief doesn’t feel constantly suffocating, it creeps up on you at the worst moments until you’re pulled over on the side of the road, crying. And you’re expected to be back to normal a week later.

I love being a LESBIAN I love being a DYKE I love being horny for BUTCHES