I’m So Baffled By Authors Who Accidentally Write The Most Compelling Queer Ships Of All Time, And Then

Why is tumblr ugly now?

You should know this

And this

Play back to back.

A Monthly Occurrence

Me: damn this playlist is AMAZING every single song is a hit, no skips. I should save it-

Me: This is my likes folder.

Sitting here at this table, I watched her work behind the counter. Her eyes travelled around the room but never in the direction I was sitting in. I knew what she was thinking without having to ask because the same thought filled my mind.

I sat next to her in this seat, my laptop open. Her legs were intertwined with mine —a desperate attempt for us to keep warm in the cold weather. She was reading a poem I had written for her as I watched her eyes trail the laptop screen. A smile had kept growing on her face till she reached the last line and it stayed long after she'd finished.

Her face was blank, emotionless —but her eyes held the kind of sorrow and longing which had become a part of my everyday routine.

I shouldn't have come here but I wished to talk to her one last time, and always one last time.

The sun is a deadly laser, I am high as a kite, and this man in WalMart stopped me to ask if I’ve ever hit someone up the back of the head with my cane.

I wanted to.

Instead I replied, “No way! I only go for the back of the knee,” and mimed a swinging motion.

Hey so I know you’re supposed to challenge your thoughts when your mind is being cruel and unfair to you (this is true you should it works) (unless it’s intrusive thoughts then you’ve got to accept them for them to leave) (it’s a whole thing)

But like…sometime my thoughts are a funny bully.

Boy Clothes by Nxdia does what most people think white guys wearing eyeliner does for gender revolution

I don’t know what’s going on with Aiden and Clara but I hate every second of it.

It is now March 7, 2025

i forgot to post this last year so im scheduling it to post march 15th 2024 (it's march 17th 2023 rn)

I’ve subjected myself to the horrible ordeal of being known (submitted my work to a literary magazine) and I’m in desperate need of distraction, so I think I may just start talking about my favorite music. Thoughts? Excellent. You’re a great void. Very…silent.

You ever find yourself 500 words deep in an essay about kink theory and think to yourself “How did I get here? Is this what I want to be doing with my life?”

Because when that happens I usually just keep on writing.