I have a very strange relationship with cereal. I'll forget it exists for months at a time, then I remember that not only does it exist, it is one of humanity's perfect foods. Then I'll eat like 4 boxes in one day before some eldritch god takes the knowledge from me again. (Probably for my own good.)
I've survived a lot of things, and I'll probably survive this.
— J.D. Salinger
my brain can't produce serotonin because it's using all of its power capacity to produce gay thoughts.
I want to fall in love with life again. Like looking forward to waking up and seeing the sun rising in the sky, tending to my pets after making my bed. Making breakfast again while listening to music, looking forward to what the day has to offer and enjoying the peace. I want to explore what nature has to offer, and go for walks and take in all of the serene beauty. I want to make gifts for the people I care about and give back to the world. And at the end of the day over a nice dinner, I can watch the sun set and see the stars and just know that things will be okay and that I am alright to be here.
i’m going to bring you on a roller skating date one day. we’re gonna rent the skates at the little desk with the old painted counter. i’ll hold your hands because you don’t really know how to skate and i used to go all the time. the wooden floors will be all worn down and scratched but that’s what makes it fun. the place is going to play bad pop music from the early 2000s but that’s okay it’s part of the skating experience. we will both probably fall because we were trying to hold on to each other but would we want it any other way ? definitely not
Imagine slow dancing with a girl and she rests her head against your shoulder and just perfectly fits there in your arms
why does nobody ever talk about these heart eyes? (x)
this still hits hard
Okay listen if you are a baby queer and you don't feel loved, supported, or validated: you are the very precious grandchildren of the Stonewall rioters, the bright children of hope after the AIDS epidemic. You are the little siblings of ex-gay therapy survivors. You were fought for, and wanted, and loved. Everyone who came before you is so very happy that you are here.
Sometimes I imagine foetus dan meeting phil for the first time and falling in love almost immediately but being really scared about it but it’s okay bc phil is patient and kind and understands him better than he knows himself
Then I imagine foetus phil meeting this boy that he has an overwhelming need to love and protect and for the first time ever someone fully understands Phil and his quirks and he makes him feel so accepted and confident and strong
Then I remember that this actually happened, these boys are real and gay and in love I’m gonna fucking throw myself out of a window now
Fall in love with someone who knows you and treats you like your best friend does. Someone who translates their speak to yours so you know what they’re talking about when you’re out of your depth, Someone who suggests going to that store to get that specific tea you like when you go out together, Someone who compliments you for the little things and lets you go a little overboard