I Am Not A Straight People.

i seem to have a knack for befriending weird little trans dudes.

tell me why the actual FUCK i just entered a PUBLIC RESTROOM and there was a woman just TAKIN A FAT PISS with the stall door WIDE OPEN. i need to BLEACH my EYEBALLS.

fish i don’t have the attention span to read that and im not even a goldfish. what is happening in ur head.

the inherent sadness of growing up alongside boys. watching as they are consumed by all the wrong lessons their fathers teach them. no, please don’t grow up. i miss the boy you were before your father hit your mother for the first time. before he screamed and you screamed back. before he said it has to be like this. i still love the memory of you. why must the wind beat down upon you and form you into a tree forever marred by the conditions it was forced to grow in. can i bring you back? shelter you from the wind? i guess i’ll never know. we’re both too grow to go back.

i was having all my friends sign my shoes at the end of the year and i was talking to someone while my friend clara was signing my shoe and i looked down to see that she signed it Osama B. L. and i took fifty fucking points of psychic damage.

my ex gf and i are gonna hang out this summer and if this gets 10 notes i’ll drop all the lore. cuz it’s pretty wild.

is this how making friends work. do i win

“you belong in the kitchen” okay? and you belong in the soup. get Boiled idiot.

just got an absolutely FIRE matcha latte from my coffee shop who’s income is almost solely from the purchases i make on a weekly basis. (i am now broke.)

happy ostara!

“you belong in the kitchen” okay? and you belong in the soup. get Boiled idiot.