we are who we are

that post that's like "we see it as indulgence when others express the things we suppress in ourselves" has genuinely done more for my emotional health than going on meds did

i wish i could find the original post bc once you start noticing that others see it as indulgence when you express that which they repress in themselves you can't stop seeing it

get in loser we’re gonna try again despite it all

honestly i understand claudia so much bc i’d fucking hate to have lestat as my dad. like even if he was 1000% human and in therapy with a perfect marriage and the mood stabilizers he so desperately needs it’d STILL suck. imagine growing up as a teenage girl and ur dad is constantly serving cunt. like every day all the time you can’t even go to a fucking ikea without the phantom voices of a dozen twinks yelling “boots!!!” following him around like aggrieved ghosts i’d kill myself. eighth grade is bad enough but eighth grade knowing you’ll never serve more than your french fucking father? actual psychological torture

me after a minor inconvenience: i hope i get hit by a [remembers i’m anti car-centric infrastructure] pedestrian