Trapped In An Exploded Car With Bestie Bae

Haruhi Fujioka!

happy purim homos if the megillah has an epilogue mine are all valinf

BRAAD AND SYLNAN VENGOLOR AS BENEATHA AND WALTER YOUNGER. IS THIS MICROPHONE ON. CAN YOU FUCKING HEAR ME!!!!!! I SAID THE VENGOLOR BROTHERS AS BENEATHA AND WALTER YOUNGER FROM GODDESS LORRAINE HANSBERRYS CRITICALLY ACCLAIMED PLAY A RAISIN IN THE SUN.

IS MY GXDDAMN MICROPHONE ON CAN YOU HEAR ME I AM TALKING TO YOU AND IM RIGHT!!! IM RIGHT!!!!!

The party ended an hour ago and he’s still here 😭💀

the problem with trying to branch out from what i normally post of my writing is that i really wanna write for OHSHC but i wrote for that show when i was like 13 and i don’t know where those demons went but i also don’t know what i’d do if those demons were to come back.

i’m gonna put it on ao3. it’s my baby boy and i love it and i create for a niche audience (myself and parallasso)

who wanna read a play i wrote its real sad and horrible and i wrote it in six hours and it’s perfect and divine

babe are you okay you keep opening and closing the notes app again. no babe it’s cool i swear it’s just that screaming into the void won’t cure it. it will lessen the ache but then most things will and one day you will have to lay down and let it roll over you instead of making it into art.

drunk in an empty bar. pinball machine too expensive. i’m gonna lucid dream of my boyfriend and failing that i’m gonna write shakespeare fanfic.

more diaryposts because gxd is dead and this is my internet

i think maybe i am not afraid of love. i am afraid of the way i learned it. i am not afraid of parenthood- i want to be a father more than anything. i am afraid of the way i learned it. i am not afraid of boys. i am afraid of the way i learned to be one, to love one.

i spend my pocket money on liquor and show tickets and inhalants. i do not cut my hair. i wear ridiculous outfits and watch dirty movies i was not allowed to as a child. i am alive, alive, alive. i am living. i do not have to be liked. i do not have to be good. i do my best to be kind. it is enough.

i think he is good enough. i think i am good enough.

maybe it’ll all be good enough.

maybe it won’t be and i’ll be thirty. maybe is not enough. you cannot build a life on a maybe. you cannot rule beyond reasonable doubt when working with a maybe. you have to sit with it, and let it decide. a maybe is only a maybe for a time. sooner or later, it becomes a choice. a choice is good enough to build on, to carve into a life, to forge into a future.

what is enough is my gentleness. gentleness and goodness are two brothers, cut of the same cloth, but one of them is a god and one of them is a man. i am a boy. i am becoming a man. i have to make myself reach for the man, not the god. there is no sin in gentleness. i do not need godhood. this, here, now, is enough. gentleness is enough.

@parallasso i love you bro no homo