If I Had No Morals And An IQ Higher Than 56 I’d Make Such A Good Super Villain.

Absolutely insane… same.

#needthat

“I’m fine with trans women but not in biological women’s spaces—“ separate but equal is not equal, pick up a history book.

Can’t you recognize how your ideologies and biases are reflected in people historically on the WRONG SIDE of the humans rights debate?

sometimes I’m afraid people will just forget I exist if I don’t constantly remind them I do.

What if you died and came back wrong then I died and came back wrong and then we lived having come back wrong in a one-bedroom apartment with a dog

…I’m bringing this back because I feel unwell— chat is this them or am I crazy???

I see your ‘Sun/moon ship dynamic,’ and raise you ‘binary stars dynamic’ as in— we orbit each other. We stay in place and keep moving for the other because they won’t stop pulling us in and we won’t stop chasing them. We will draw each other closer and closer until we merge together and explode into a single, beautiful nebula made of our combined star dust. And the nebula is beautiful because it’s us together, because we were always meant to rip ourselves apart to put ourselves back together as one. We are on a path of mutually assured destruction but we can’t turn back now. it’s already happened. It hasn’t happened yet… but it will.

We are in love, after all.

“Who are you performing for—” Me. It’s for me. and You. And Anyone who’ll sit down and watch. Performance is part of my personality.

What I’m trying to say is: I’m a crybaby, the tears flow freely and easily, you WILL catch me crying in the club

No because the show isn’t even that good. It’s actually objectively bad. But at the core of it stands two men with such a complex and beautifully earnest bond it will keep the yaoi fans going for generations.

What’s love so much about Markgemma is that they’re just:

I know you and you know me, better than anyone else could, and at the same time I don’t know you. There are parts of you that are a mysterious, that I’ve forgotten or have tried to forget, or couldn’t possibly know— though not through any fault of

yours or even mine. But because it’s been such a long time, during which people and things beyond our control have made new parts of us in the absence of each other.

I love the parts of you I know; I can’t bear to look at those same parts. I can’t learn the new ones I haven’t gotten the chance to. I want the chance. I fear it.

Because what if some part of me doesn’t love some part of you… as much as this part of me does now?

Now that the Jayce pfp war is sadly about to come to a close, I’d like to immortalize mine forever here:

Goodbye, The Great Jatsby, you will be missed.