Can a yuri lesbian and a yaoi lesbian truly be together?
Social identity branches out in all directions, like a fractal. You subdivide your traits and distinctions until a new set of niche descriptors satisfies your ever-growing urge for place. These are merely social shackles. They share the same genealogy that cis people share for the term 'heterosexual'. It's all a grift, a waste of your mental energy. You are self-ensnared by fictitious social-jargon, but it should mean nothing to you, truly. - When one realizes that it never ends, that the fractal is truly infinite, you make an active choice to abandon the search for the bottom, lest you risk drowning in its spiral. You could merely accept that you love yuri lesbians AND yaoi lesbians, that you love lesbians, that you love yaoi, it doesn't fucking matter. You simply love what you love.
Look at yourself in the mirror. is that a person who lives under the perfect categorical definition of any-one kind of person? You know it doesn't. So why do we believe that these niche terms help define our roles as human beings? Does it bring you comfort, having these self-appointed titles? Do you feel safe surrounded by people who call themselves the same things as you do? Or is it merely a glass shield protecting you from an intimidating truth: that you can be anyone, and do anything? Having that much freedom is scary, but it also means you're never beholden to the restrictive nature of category ever again.
You have to be so careful when you start picking up circus arts hobbies because then people you know have the perfect opportunity to weaponize it against you.
get this to 1 million notes and I'll reveal what uzi is saying !
(bleeding from my wound) notice anythiung differebt about me ;)
BORN TO FORGET
WORLD IS A BLUR
I Am Memory Issues Man
410,757,864,530 FORGOTTEN PRECIOUS MEMORIES
me, at 2 pm, when the stores are open: you don't have any little treats in the house. if you want a little treat later, you have to go to the store and buy one now.
me: *does not go to the store*
me, at 9 pm, when the stores are closed: tweat? 🥺 no tweats for me? 🥺🥺 cries 🥺 cries for one thousand years 🥺🥺🥺
the last couple of days I've been noticing way more buds than usual on the branches of trees and bushes. I think something big is about to happen