frankly we’re reaching critical mass out here and I’m pleased to announce that according to projections based on the latest research, by 2034 there will be no more cishets
crowded town; silent bed/pick a place to rest your head/and give me a minute to hold my girl/give me a minute to hold my girl
honestly this specific… Kind of episode only happens to me a few times a year but its scary and I hate it and I feel like I’m not really getting better at dealing with it even though it’s been a regular occurrence since I was in middle school
all three of the white queer eye guys have varying degrees of cursed energy
i mean this with 100% sincerity when i say this: if you have a discourse sideblog of any kind, log out, turn off your computer, and find a hobby. now. read a book that isn’t in the YA section of your local barnes and noble. go see a movie. take up gardening. learn to paint. please, for the love of christ, do something else, you are wasting your life on this website.
“It’s a summer day, and I want to be wanted more than anything else in the world.”— Frank O'Hara, “Homosexuality”
every time I talk out loud I cry
black pumps and a medium-length black skirt/eating a path through the dark, damp dirt/I hope they’ve got plenty of money where you’re going/and the cornet blows where the oleander grows/and us, too, not the same people that our old friends knew
