Aquarium Date? Sorry, I Mean Museum Date? Sorry, I Mean Planetarium Date? Sorry, I Mean Botanical Garden

i sleep better holding something

holding someone

show me all the parts of you that you do not love so i know where to begin.

the sadness

that one friend who’s always cold: i’m cold

that one friend who can see ghosts: which is weird because you’re not even being haunted right now or anything

that late 90s-early 2000s trend of loosely adapting literary classics into teen romcoms was the BACKBONE of our culture and society and we need to make it a thing again

god gives his most specific, hard to explain genders to his strongest dykes

ow oof ouch

trying to get together my submission for a writing contest thing. process is going like this:

me: *frustratedly going through five multi-page google docs*

me: why i have written literally nothing in my lifetime

sent my partner the playlist i made and they go "this is just lesbianism"

shit i heard in the halls at school

(pt 2)

"he wants to marry her?" "ya he's got a brain injury"

"I'm doing it. I don't care if I havE TO JUMP DOWN THERE AND DO IT MYSELF MYSelf. I'm doing it"

*as Cinderella walks down the stairs* "dang she THICC"

"I know it's infected! How do you know it's infected"

*male voice* "Kaden I think we have a good grudge running and to make it up we should have intercourse"

*loud male voice* "Taylor, showin' off those guns baby, yeah!"

*holding a candle and smelling it* "why does it smell like boy??,,, But WHY does it smell like BOY??"

"This is Salem, not the hood"

*obnoxiously bright voice* "are we gonna be POSITIVE today?"

"Has anyone ever told you to shut up? ...no? Well I am now"