My Sister Just Asked Me If I Could Make Her Breakfast Tomorrow Cause She's Tired And Wants To Have 10

worst part about getting angry is how much it makes you want to be mean

D.E.B.S. (2004) dir. Angela Robinson

listening to soon you'll get better by taylor swift and remembering how my great aunt said she liked the doctors on the icu, and how she talked about how the nurses were great, and how i used to wait till it got dark in my room to pray for a god i don't believe in, and how i was there with her in all times they allowed bc her fell out was sudden and my whole family was out of town except for me, and how she kept quiet until i came in to visit cause she was saving the little air she had to talk to me, and how in one of those quiet whispered conversations her words cut through my soul cause even the short breath couldn't keep her from wanting to comfort me by saying "it has been such a pleasure to help raise you", and how she did not know those words would never stop resonating within me, and how i did not know that would be our last conversation

i need to find more ways of showing affection, don't know what do to with all this love inside of me

the number of hours we have together is not so large btw. you can linger in the doorway uncomfortably if you want idk. you can forget your scarf in my life and come back later for it if you even care

the “i had a good time” factor still the unbeatable metric in deciding if media is good

"It’s often unhealthy to hyper-analyze your sexuality to the point where how you experience it changes where you belong. This is why the idea that broader terms are somehow more restrictive is baffling. Continuously breaking labels down and creating terminology for each facet of one’s identity shrinks communities until it’s just one person convinced that they’re the only one who relates to their experiences. It isolates people and ignores the importance of individuality within a collective identity."

On Hyperpersonalized Sexual Identity

been thinking a lot about anticipatory grief lately. i love you so much that i know losing you will devastate me. i haven't lost you yet but i already miss you. we still have time, but it won't be enough. i think about what i would say at your funeral, and say some of it to you now cause i need you to know how loved you are before you go. you will go where i cannot follow, but you will never really leave me. it won't make it hurt less but it is a part of healing somehow.

Anne de Marcken, from It Lasts Forever and Then It's Over [ID'd]