I Couldn’t Help But To Be Disappointed In Everyone, Especially Me. I Didn’t Knew Anyone, I Don’t

“So, THAT is your comfort character?”

*points at the dead fictional man with a tragic past and unresolved trauma*

You know what’s the worst thing in the world? Knowing that all those pretty, skinny girls have had an ed, and the only way to achieve that body is to starve yourself.

It doesn’t really matter if you do exercise, it’s genetics or to starve yourself

Fuck!!!!!

im gonna write my heart out here.

It feels like im talking to someone.

So girls, i like a man. Awful news, i know.

But his heart and mind and soul still belongs to someone else. And even tho we are close, i just… i know it’s not the time

I cannot decide if I like Wenclair or aroace Wednesday more… They are both just perfect.

perpetually torn between:

taking classic literature seriously and over analysing every detail so that I can deeply understand themes, motifs and references and absorb every poetic quote into my being OR treating classics as if they were just silly little stories about silly little gay people doing the most weird, unhinged and out of context shit ever (which they are)

"You know, love doesn't mean "l never want you to change." But I don't think it means "I don't care if you change" either. So I suppose it might mean, "I believe that you'll always be the person I adore." A declaration of faith, perhaps."

– Sayaka Saeki, やがて君になる (Bloom into You), Via "freckled-lili" on Tumblr

i always convince myself i dont sound that weird and then i go out in the world and get involved in anything longer than transactional small talk and its like ohhh thats right ive only been hanging out with gay people who speak in riddles

the moon? a very good friend. very supportive and lovely. always ready to listen to me,, thank u moon

why did God give me these battles (getting dressed and leaving the house)