I Got To Read A Poem Written By The Person I Love And Ive Never Been Happier

You have to get up pretty early in the morning to lead your gift horse across that burnt bridge but you can’t make a watched horse eat all your cans of worms in one basket

are you five nights at fucking kidding me

penelope is a better woman than me, i would’ve lied and said i got engaged just to see if colin would cry

I wish i could be normal about affection but my love language is merging souls

this, because existing on a platform where most of my mutuals understand and relate to what im going through/feeling has helped me more than anything else

tumblr is great bc I feel a little less alone in my experiences as a disabled person

love writing. writing is awesome. it’s a shame that it involves writing though

in the year of our lord 2024

i get butterflies when i see your name on my phone but that’s literally none of your business

I was on a bus once when this guy tapped my knee and pointed out that we were the only two people not looking at their phones and then asked what I was thinking about. 

sometimes when I’m having a bad day I relive the moment I saw the his manic pixi dream girl hopes draining from his eyes and fill up with confusion and boredom as I explained to him I was thinking about which Rupaul’s Drag Race challenges Frank n Furter would preform best in and locked him into the conversation until it was my stop

if you cant respect the most innocent form of trust i dont like you

If you break pinkie promises you’re a weirdo and I hate you