Lost another friendship. Feeling superb.
I feel like throwing up.
Why is it so hard to maintain friends? Am I doing something wrong? Im tired..
I want everyone to know that there are queers in the hollers of Appalachia, in the bayous and marshland of the Deep South, in Southwestern deserts, through the Ozark mountains and up to the Rockies. There are queers in the Great Plains, there are queers in rural America, in trailer parks of the Osage foothills. In the places you least expect us to live, we are here, carving out community and fighting for liberation with pride despite it all. Stop forgetting about us. Stop overlooking our experiences and our impact just because we don’t live in a Big Gay City. And for the love of God, stop looking at us with pity.
"and historians said they were bestest of friends" they were. they were both aro/ace and in a qpr
I HATE yanblr because I'm so JEALOUS. I wanna be the person people write their twisted obsessive posts about. I want to be the person they're obsessing over. I want to be the person people are devoted to. I want to be the person people desperately need to be around. It should be ME. These posts should be about ME!!! I want to be LOVED!!! But I don't feel loved until I'm not someone's obsession... Never enough.. never enough love
For me being in a qpr lately is like. No we're not dating. Yes this is my boyfriend isn't he great and lovely and handsome aren't I lucky. No I don't want anyone to mistake us for romantic partners. Yes I want to marry him. No we're not "just friends". Yes I don't want people to think our friendship matters less than our love. No I don't care what people think. Yes I want you to know that we're each other's and each other's alone. No I've never had a crush on him. Yes, I love him with all my heart and soul.
'ao3 needs a like and dislike button'
what you need, my algorithm-rotten minded friend, is a grip
wake up, rot in bed all day, fall asleep, repeat. such a miserable way to live, but i can’t do much else. i’m entirely useless.
how can someone’s absence affect me so much while my presence doesn’t affect them at all
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