I Should Of Known To Stay Away From You

I just realized it said "want ideas that won't get arrested" KYSSSSSSS DIEDIEDIEEE

It knows me too well... sigh

Meow Are You? Things I Like

Save me gay people!!

fun fact: "guy" "dude" "girl" are all gendered words. even if you use them in a gender neutral way that does not change the undeniably gendered connotations of these words. and trans people are allowed to not want to be misgendered. if a trans person asks you not to call them a word that is perhaps the most gendered a word can be, and your response is "but I use it in a gender neutral way!" i think you need to sit down for a long time and think about why you are so insensitive to other people. especially if you are also a trans person. why are we weaponizing gender neutrality to fuck with other people's dysphoria and act like they are the ones being weird !!!

Youth is happy because it has the ability to see beauty. Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.

Franz Kafka

Ykw in my hiatus ive written so much crap and I lowkey just wanna spampost it all because... im going to be honest here I miss my soulmate and I want him back

I'm glad to have finally figured myself out, it was a war and a half.

Happy Pride Month to everyone 💞

I'm back by unpopular demand to say thank you lesbians for existing. Happy Pride Month, my fellow lavender menaces.

T4T lesbians. GNC lesbians. BIPOC lesbians. Lesbians who knew they were always queer. Lesbians who figured it out as adults. Lesbians who are still questioning. Lesbians who came out before graduating high school. Lesbians who came out later in life. Lesbians who can't or won't come out. Baby dykes and old dykes. Arospec lesbians. Acespec lesbians. Poly lesbians. Married lesbians. Single lesbians. Long distance lesbians. Lesbians who are roommates. Lesbians that don't realise they've been in a relationship for 7 years. Uhaul lesbians.

Butches I love you. Femmes I love you. Studs I love you. Stems I love you. Futches I love you. Kikis I love you. Blue jeans I love you. Transfems I love you. Transmascs I love you. Stones I love you. Pillow princesses I love you. Dykes I love you. Lesbians I love you.

I have definitely missed some types of lesbians, and for that, I apologise. I'm always open to learning new words and ways lesbians understand themselves. Just know I love every kind of lesbian.

I'm a little sad that one of the few bars that didn't feel hostile towards lesbians and queer people who aren't a very specific type of cis gay man has closed, which is why I felt like I needed to make this post.

Stop begging someone to do things for you that another person would do with no hesitation.

This encapsulates everything I've ever felt, in my life. This hits so hard LOL

here is the light and the stool and the waterbottle so you can wring your hands and make a joke about your life like you are tumble-drying. here is the audience of your friends with their faces weirdly pinched just because you admitted that when you were growing up, bad things happened. when other people talk about their past, nobody flinches. when you mention the things you survived, everyone else gets uncomfortable, calls it trauma dumping. meanwhile to you it's just, like, something that happened.

you learn to sidestep it or to disguise it or to wait until it's dark out. you wait and hold the wasps nest and blink into the bright lights and then you make a joke about it. here is the joke: there is a hole in me that stays open no matter what i put into it. i have spent my life trying to make myself full and things just fall out.

and everyone loves a hole joke! how big is the hole? how wide? what does it swallow? once you disassociated with your turn signal on and it made your spiraling thoughts feel staccato, like rainfall. once when you were in the middle of a field you had the sudden thought - lightning could strike and wouldn't that just like, resolve it all?

clap your hands go to school go to work smile about it stuff yourself with this world because everyone says if you peel off the bad bits the new skin starts to show except it's been years and the uphill never stops being a slope. can you just lay down and be healed. you feel embarrassed to mention to your therapist that things are getting bad again, like you're wasting her time. like if you were really trying shouldn't you just be better. obviously you're not taking it seriously. you have to beg her to stay, worried that she will be one of the therapists that says this clearly isn't helping.

open your mouth and deliver a tight five minutes of comedy. make yourself beautiful and pleasing. you want to say im not ready but life doesn't wait for you to put your hands up so live under the boot. so never stick your tongue out hoping for snowflakes - more likely than not, god is gonna piss on you. good luck in the morning, you can't process the car crash because your whole life is an accident. nightmare kid; no matter how fast you run, you're still at the scene of the injury. elastic, you snap back to the broken rib. is this where you left your childhood? buried in somebody else's fingers.

get up on stage and do a little dance for us. get up on stage and try to language the loneliness never stops yawning but don't sound desperate or sad or yearning or wanting. sound brave and inspiring and dishonest about how badly you're hurting. call up foucault and laughingly promise that any time you talk about this you are adding disclaimers that of course peace is possible and you're so much better than you were before and the friction of your soul only sands down the sharp parts and never the tender spots and you're in therapy and you're a success story and you are neither a danger to yourself nor to others. either you are suffering just quietly enough or they lock you up. put your jazz hands up, make a spectacle out of yourself in glitter glue. you are someone's mental health month bulletin board & AI generated recovery chatbot.

you're too gentle to be a problem, but isn't that part of the difficulty. if you could just fucking talk about it. you have seen other people be helped and get what they need and be supported. something about you and the way you are - when you lose control, it's just not allowed, is the thing. it's embarrassing, not concerning. get back up on stage and finish your set. stop making us worry about it. the things that echo in you shouldn't be able to escape the bones in your head.

get back up on stage and perform like you're healthy, goddammit.

on everyone's soul this is what happened