Just Finished Watching Honey Boy And What The Fuck. All I Did Was Cry For The Last 30 Minutes Of That

Liability is my middle name!

I live for passion bro

Genuinely I love the art of passion with my whole heart. To love, or be so devoted to something that is makes your whole body light up with the spur of the soul, is so intimate and so, so beautiful.

For a long time I thought passion lied in romantic relationships, but as I grow older I realize that it is so much bigger than that. Romance is not even in the forefront of my passion. However, I do love passionately. I love my friends, I love my family, I love the arts, and I love them so, so intensely. My drive for life is simply my passion for connection, and learning more about myself and the world around me.

I love everything I think. And I am so grateful for the opportunity to be able to do so.

Happy posting on the Blr?!!??!?

Augh dude everything is so exhausting I’m so tired of this

If you feel like you’re ugly and lame just lie to yourself. Like say “Ohhhh my goddd I feel so awesome and sexy haha I am the most goated transvestite in this room rn” three times in front of the mirror and then you’ll feel better

The question is, I suppose, are you ready to accept it if it doesn’t come from where you want it to?

I think sometimes we become blind to the love we so desperately crave when it doesn’t come from the place we want it to.

The love was there, and is there, you just have to look beyond your desired horizon.

remember—there’s no “i” in homunculus. that’s why they do 90% of the manual labor around my tower

i'm so tired of having to survive and never being afforded the privilege of living. i'm tired of people feeling bad for me. i'm tired of taking up so much goddamn space. i'm tired of my body. i'm tired of the endless grief. i'm tired of the persistent emptiness. and i'm tired of being stuck in the past.