me for the first 33 years of my life: my dad used to say "what would happen if you woke up on the titanic?? think about it" when he was tucking me in at night from at least age 5 and up, a form of psychological torture
me in my 33rd year of life: my dad optimistically thought i would have $250k to blow on something stupid by now and shut that shit down at the jump in the 90s
“It's taboo to admit that you're lonely. You can make jokes about it, of course. You can tell people that you spend most of your time with Netflix or that you haven't left the house today and you might not even go outside tomorrow. But rarely do you ever tell people about the true depths of your loneliness, about how you feel more and more alienated from your friends each passing day and you're not sure how to fix it. It seems like everyone is just better at living than you are. A part of you knew this was going to happen. Growing up, you just had this feeling that you wouldn't transition well to adult life, that you'd fall right through the cracks. And look at you now, it's happening.”
Heres a link to Ryan O'Connell's original piece
For context hes a writer and actor who's gay and has cerebral palsy.
there’s something so oddly attractive about the idea of being passionately hated by someone close to you. maybe any kind of passion would be welcome
seriously though I wish beautiful women would hit me with a broom
cats can activate keyboard shortcuts you cannot even concieve of
Bitches with trust issues love enemies to lovers because they love the idea of seeing someones worst traits first and still be able to fall in love them without the everpresent underlying fear of weather their worst is something genuinely evil. It's me. I'm bitches.
now would be the absolute funniest time for tumblr to unban porn