will you guys cancel me if i say that queer tragedy has a place in the creative arts and shouldn’t immediately be dismissed as bury your gays

i’d follow him to hell and back but i wish he’d just stop going there

When you love someone and they love having a bad time.

rice is like a best friend and a lover to me

making lists is so important to me like yesssss girl let's break a large concept into manageable pieces

honestly getting cozy in bed is one of the top experiences one can have on this green earth

oh, no, you misunderstand me. those were my monkeys. yeah the circus and i have since parted ways. yeah it was the elephant thing, i dont really want to address that right now though

girl dinner. fattest fucking plate of pasta you've ever seen in your life

rest in peace a league of their own (2022) you would have loved and deserved the same treatment the gay ice hockey show is getting

Thinking about that “white people like the blues just fine, they just don’t like the people who make it” quote from Sinners since it was robbed of the Best Film Oscar.

Robbed of Best Film, won Best Score, hoo boy they weren't kidding

The most realistic part is the heels already hurting their feet too much before they even made it into the club

its pretty simple all you need is a fuckbuddy a better job a good therapist welbutrin clothes made from high quality natural fibers a good diet lots of water a social network a supportive family a fulfilling hobby a comfortable bed two hundred dollar leather shoes sun exposure (but not too much) a silk pillowcase a workout routine an education rich parents a 401k a trip abroad a plan for the future a short commute no debt a hair stylist you trust white teeth no roommates wool socks a costco membership good insurance a screentime limiter clear skin a healthy sleep schedule and a blunt!

my favorite love language is trying, actually

like when people try to learn your hobbies or try to play the same sports that you play in an effort to get closer to you, people who try to love you the way you love people, people who will go to places you want to visit just for your sake, people remembering, putting in an effort. just. trying

whenever i feel insignificant i think about the fact that the universe is so vast and endless and infinite to the point where we can't even grasp its very concept ... and yet how intricate and beautifully accidental must it be for mangos to exist and for us to enjoy them and to be aware of the fact that we're enjoying them, or for two people's hands to fit together, or for someone to bake bread for someone else. there is no end to space, and yet we have favorite songs, and we tend to little plants, and we leave our footprints on the sand until the waves wash them away, and we help bees back outside with our silly cups and pieces of paper !! existence is so miraculous & we are here & small & coincidental, and so i love & love & love