TO ABSOLUTION

this is about the phantom of the opera…. which opened on broadway in 1988

he meant sickening in the way gays say it

My priorities this year:

That’s it bitch, just me.

when simone de beauvoir said “i’m reliving it, neutralizing it, and transforming it into an inoffensive past that i can keep in my heart without either disowning it or suffering from it. that’s not easy. it’s at once painful and poetic.”

when margaret atwood said “the desire to be loved is the last illusion. give it up and you will be free”

me: I know I’m not emotionally prepared for a serious relationship and I have a lot to focus on and accomplish before that can be a priority for me and that’s okay! 

me after watching to all the boys i’ve loved before: 

There’s now a gofundme for Maddie, the 12 year-old trans girl being witchhunted, so her family can move somewhere safer: https://www.gofundme.com/move4maddie

When people tell me, “Trust your gut! Follow your intuition!” Like, bitch, I have anxiety. My “gut” is usually telling me that everyone hates me and that I’m going to die. I can’t trust what that motherfucker tells me.

finding out picasso died in 1973 feels like the fakest thing ive ever heard. everyone talks about him like he lived in a cave with nothing but a torch and paint he made from berries or bear shit or somethin but nah this dude probably sat down watchin looney tunes thinkin “damn i should draw some dude with a nose on his forehead thatd be dope” i feel so lied to

I just like people. They always seem to be nice.

whether or not I’m attractive now is another thing, but being socialized as ‘ugly’ and ‘undesirable’ in public school early on has really taken a toll on me

We stan nature

do you ever tire of how, like, dramatic anxiety is?? it’s like. bitch. bitch. it’s not that serious. we’ll live. it’ll probably be a pain in the ass, but we’ll live. so stop making me feel like i’m actively dying.

oh u haven’t heard?? it’s all gonna be ok