i think the hardest thing to accept is that my life is not a novel. there is no omnipotent reader rooting for me, loving me despite my flaws and character deficits. my life does not have a poetic theme or overarching narrative, and if it ends bitterly it will not be beautifully tragic or hauntingly relatable, i will just have wasted the life i was given trying to make it that way, always trying to see myself in the third person
a tumblr mutual is like the curator of a beautiful museum
that quote like “god gave us transness for the same reason he made grapes but not wine; yeast but no loaves — so we may partake in the divine act of creation”
theo literally a few pages after kissing his best friend: i fucking hate my dog he makes me looks so gay
rip theo decker u wouldve loved the xandemic
I love that they have their subgenres of nerd. Like Will is the only one of them who knows morse code but Dustin knows more D&D lore off the top of his head like the details of shadow walking while Lucas is better with like aerodynamics (you can't tell me he's not being nerdy about those wristrocket angles) and like battle prep with all the random stuff in his bag and Mike's the one who says shit like "blasphemous" and "conspiring" in casual conversation.
reeeeally been learning a lot about myself lately like oh. my life is actually just beginning
thought a little too hard about it and now i have tears in my eyes and i feel physically ill
i am really holding on to that 'it will get better' part otherwise i will officially lose it