The Darkness Will Spare My Soul.

You can only reblog this today or until the next Monday, June 19th, 2034.

butch lesbians

sorry the first one is soo. hadestown. how am i supposed to be normal about this

“you came” “you called” vs. “you called my name” “you came”

don’t fckung. do this to me. everything hurts.

If i drew enough reunion hugs in preparation, one of them had to be accurate! (4 of 6 is pretty good!)

Reblog to let your followers know that they’re safe from jumpscares/screamers/etc from you on April 1st but they are NOT safe from getting boop’d like an idiot amen

EVERYONE REMEMBER TO BOOP THE ARAB.ORG BUTTONS!!!!

i love you just for once i love you just for once i love you just for once i love you just for once i love you just for once i love you just for once i love you just for once i love you just for once i love you just for once i lo

just heard the most beautiful sentence at work

when i call myself queer, i don't mean queer as in watered down to fit cishet tastes, i mean:

queer as in not your token gay or your gay best friend,

queer as in more bite than bark and proudly so,

queer as in the only thing you need to know about is the pepper pray and switchblade in my pocket from years of fear of the streets at night,

queer as in loud and proud and shouting out fuck you.

my identity is not water color so diluted you'd never know it's there without being told, my identity is spray paint on city walls that makes you wonder how it got there,

my identity is drag shows and men kissing men with passion,

my identity is not going to taste sweet in your mouth,

my identity is sour and bitter and bites back harder.

i do not exist to fit within the confines of boxes drawn by the hands of cishet bigots dreaming of crossing out my life, i exist at riots and rallies and pride parades along side allies; i exist in strength and pride earned by bricks thrown and i will not be silenced:

my trans body deserves to occupy space in any situation and my gay heart deserves to beat without fear.

underrated form of humor: just making shit up in past tense

god, every fucking time i come back to my roommates after the weekend, some new, absolutely wild, heinous bullshit has always occurred (affectionate). in the two days i’ve been gone.

like where is this energy coming from? and why couldn’t you have a bit more of it on a monday morning. i’m literally fighting for my life until summer break, every day i wake up, do exam preparation, sleep, rinse, repeat. couldn’t you accidentally trigger the fire alarm with your hairspray while i’m im class? couldn’t you come running to tell me that That One Guy took a shit in the trashcan in his room, while i’m suffering through my maths homework?

be wild and insane and fucking feral all you want, i support your gay rights AND your gay wrongs, but it couldn’t you at least let me witness it? 😭