“Imagine Having A Child That Refuses To Hug You Or Even Look You In The Eyes”

”oh you poor thing! Your disability is so sad. How do you keep going?”

haha lol that’s what she said

dyed my hair green back in june, stripped it thenn dyed it brown (green showed through), then red-brown, then a dark cool toned brown (green showed through), then a blue-black and the green STILL showed through. h e l p.

We are a very very dumb, stupid people

Maybe I don’t have anxiety. Maybe I’m so scared all the time on account of it all being so scary.

it’s so important to love someone a little extra on their bad days

"We're together in every universe" this "we'll always find eachother" that. What about this is the only universe that we're together in. What about there is no other way this could have worked. What about this is the only place that we have found each other. And goddamn it if we aren't going to make the most of it.

online communities are so strange because people slip away so easily. you can be on here for years, folding people you've never met into the fabric of your daily life, and then they disappear, leaving only ghost posts scattered across tumblr behind. or their blog stays dormant, for weeks, months, years, until you're only still following them because you remember that they love sunflowers or they were kind to you when they didn't have to be or the last thing they posted was sad and raw and you still worry about them sometimes.

and sometimes they come back when you least expect it, years later, even, and there's this sudden rush of relief like there you are, there you are, even though you barely knew each other.

there's a strange kind of love to it. i don't know you and i want to hold your hand across miles and time zones and oceans. i can still see the imprint of you in this community you left. you don't anyone will notice or care when you're gone, but we notice and we care and we wish you well.

i hope you're all okay out there. i hope the sun is shining on your face and you are breathing deeply. i miss you.

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

OoOOooOoOoooOOohhhhh you wanna kiss me soooo bad (manifesting)

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