So Here I Am, Sitting On The Disgusting Floor Of The Train Station, Waiting For Two Hours To Pass

Do any of you ever feel this great desire to be near other queer people? Like not necessarily sexually or romantically, just with them. To be next to someone who understands you. To talk to someone just as ‘weird’. To be close to them. To be seen. To be able to be you. Completely. And to be loved for it. To have solidarity and friendship and love, enough to hold off everyone else. To be held and to be seen and loved and understood. To be free…

now if only i could force myself to art! damn. im an art student you guys why am i like this

thinking about her... horse plinko

the queen died but honestly jesse pinkman has been through so much more. the hardships he’s faced aren’t even comparable to dying at 96. until the queen has gone through what jesse pinkman has gone through i don’t feel any sympathy.

*whispering* is he.. you know, double jointed? :/

my friend used the masculine version of 'friend' for me when she called her parents and im so happy omg like yeah!! thats me!! her boy friend!!! :D

and i have sensory issues, obviously, somezimes to the point air feels bad on my skin which is always fun. but i walked like 4 kilometres IN THE FOREST? WITH SPIDERWEBS STICKING TO ME? WEIRD VAGUELY MURDEROUS GRASS BRUSHING AGAINST MY LEGS? i am so powerful. a god.

i have a tic where i repeat gestures other people do and now we have interpreteurs in class for a guy and its so awkeard when i repeat a thing they do because idk what im even doing! it just does that. but we still make eye contact and i hate it

i wore my shitty amazon binder and now the right part of my back hurts. fuck.

God I love Gerard Way