As An Adult You Must Cultivate The Skill Of “Gross! Oh, Well. Not My Business.”

How to draw some meeses. Some cheese bois. Some rodent squadron.

Can a yuri lesbian and a yaoi lesbian truly be together?

Social identity branches out in all directions, like a fractal. You subdivide your traits and distinctions until a new set of niche descriptors satisfies your ever-growing urge for place. These are merely social shackles. They share the same genealogy that cis people share for the term 'heterosexual'. It's all a grift, a waste of your mental energy. You are self-ensnared by fictitious social-jargon, but it should mean nothing to you, truly. - When one realizes that it never ends, that the fractal is truly infinite, you make an active choice to abandon the search for the bottom, lest you risk drowning in its spiral. You could merely accept that you love yuri lesbians AND yaoi lesbians, that you love lesbians, that you love yaoi, it doesn't fucking matter. You simply love what you love.

Look at yourself in the mirror. is that a person who lives under the perfect categorical definition of any-one kind of person? You know it doesn't. So why do we believe that these niche terms help define our roles as human beings? Does it bring you comfort, having these self-appointed titles? Do you feel safe surrounded by people who call themselves the same things as you do? Or is it merely a glass shield protecting you from an intimidating truth: that you can be anyone, and do anything? Having that much freedom is scary, but it also means you're never beholden to the restrictive nature of category ever again.

dbbq — fugi.

Ask, and you shall get nothing.

I may not be super smart, or rich, or fit, or wildly attractive, or interesting in any way, but at least I...uh [shuffling through blank cue cards] uhhhhhhhhhh

*14 Yr old me going through what might be depression and my parents just think I'm lazy and unappreciative.*

Me: I must be overreacting.

My grandma has the same dark humor as me

and we were watching a tv show today and the lady up there had paintings and was asking someone “what do you want to hang first?”

And I just flat out say “myself” and my grandma starts laughing and my dad looks at me like I’m crazy