this reads like a lemony snicket book
Here’s the thing about men with earrings: not all men wearing earrings are men with earrings, and some men not wearing earrings are men with earrings. If you pick a dude off the street and give him earrings it will likely not make him a man with earrings, just a man wearing earrings. In order to be a man with earrings, the earrings must be an extension of the man.
Seasonal Affective Disorder is just emotional scurvy, all my core wounds are reopening and they won't be fixed until the big lemon in the sky comes back
@stvksn on ig
You should be able to say “don’t touch me” to anyone ever in any context and not have it be considered in the realm of surprising or insulting imho if we ever needed to normalize something it’s this
Everyone looks at other girls all the time. You only assume that they’re thinking what you’re thinking when they look. But they’re not. But I’m a Cheerleader (1999) dir. Jamie Babbit
I LOVE THEM SO MUCH
I like the green yuri manga
keep thinking that in another life i’d get to be a roughed up boy with split knuckles who gets to cope without hoping it is beautiful. keeping thinking i could be the girl that smells like a warm fire on the train, the one you fall in love with for a split second before i’m gone. keep thinking i could be the sunshine, or the moon, or both, or maybe a black hole. been wishing to get scraped up on the pavement and wear my hair messy, and drink ‘til i hit rock bottom so hard i chip my teeth and make myself learn how to sing again. keep forgetting it’s neither here or there, it’s now. so i’ll drink if i want until i remember how to feel alive, i’ll get roughed up and wear my cheap perfume that smells like rubbing alcohol at first, and i’ll be the sun and the moon and the birds singing in june, because there is literally no other life, it’s just this one. fucker.
keep thinking “somewhere in another life” like this isn’t the only one i get. fucker.