If I missed a song, please put in the tags!

one profession that does need better gatekeeping is people who write or translate subtitles. brother that is not what was said.

thinking about middle aged gay love is like. we have a future and we have time

my mother divorced my father when i was 7. it wasn’t because she was gay, though she did discover this later (another reminder that it’s okay to find out who you are at 40, at 50, etc, and also for who you are to change) but because she had thought he was the great love of her life and he turned out to be a shitty person.

my mother married my ma when i was 11. i think they do have a great love. i think they love each other the way you can when you’re middle aged – having seen the world, being able to see each other’s flaws, knowing themselves. they see each other in full, and they love each other and the world for it. 

they dance on the street to buskers (very embarrassing when you’re twelve; very cute when you look back on it as an adult). i shit you not – they pass me their purses and dance on the sidewalk, laughing. i thought was something that only happened in movies.

my ma makes my mother eggs every morning because my mother can’t cook for shit. my mother presses my ma’s work blazers for her because my ma still can’t figure out how to work the new iron. 

when it was warm, high-school me would wake up on the weekends and wander downstairs to find them sitting in the backyard in the sun, drinking coffee together and splitting the newspaper in a surgical, exact process since they’d worked out who wanted which sections years ago. 

my mother is happier than she’s ever been. my ma, too. there is a future out there for every gay person who’s always known they’re gay, like my ma, and for everyone who figures it out later, like my mother. there’s time. 

they’re growing old together. i cannot express to you how much they are leading happy lives, loving each other, with a huge family surrounding them. i cannot express to you how much they have this beautiful future that they are living and will live. 

i want you to know, if you don’t have any older gays in your life: they’re out there. and they’re living these full, happy lives.

sometimes i look to my moms and i think, i want a life like yours. and looking at them makes me believe i will get it. 

Unstoppable force (my desire to ramble) meets unmovable force (my desire to never say a word ever)

glass of water is so epic

glass of water is awesome

miss swift you are not a tortured poet you are a billionaire

you cannot be a "tortured artist" if you are ultrawealthy, true tortured artists live paycheck to paycheck at a garbage job they hate

The only things shes torturing are retail workers and the environment

its true, im a victim of taylor swift, my store's radio is infected by her

*leaves theatre* wow what a great show my favourite bit was how it fundamentally changed me as a person forever

Honestly, with all the tradwife cooking trash circulating, it only makes me love B Dylan Hollis more for baking vintage recipes while being openly gay, making sexual jokes, and screaming at the ingredients. He's the antithesis of every soft-spoken cishet woman cooking for her husband and children. You don't have to be an idyllic cottagecore housewife to cook.

we should be getting iced coffee and going to creepy and musty antique stores together why must we be separated by our screens…

without arts & crafts we are in hell

i think rice with things on it & also some sort of sauce is like basically the best food genre tbh

18 years ago he played us his song... happy Neil banging out the tunes day