You Know You’re Fucked Up When Regulus Black Is Your Comfort Character

Natalie Díaz, from "American Arithmetic", Postcolonial Love Poem

I think if I will be too drunk I’ll eventually start talking about Chechen crisis

evangelicals being like "god made men to do This and be like This and women to do That and be like That that's just how it is" and it's just a picture of a white man and woman following traditional gender norms makes me so insane like you boring fascist fucks. god made 2 million species of beetles. god made whales, ducks, humans, and 1500 other species capable of same sex behavior. god made fish and amphibians that change sexes. god made more than 30 different intersex variations in human beings. god, in his infinite curiosity. wake up!!! fuck!!

I must master myself to tangible resistance against melancholy and degeneration i can catch whenever my brain lowers its standard. I have energy and i don’t have enough time to waste it for nothing than escaping reality in imaginary world. I must train myself to be better.

I was kicked out of the house/ jk

I don’t understand what’s happening to me but I want myself dead and hurt so much because I know I’m not worth anything, I’m dumb and I can’t be trusted or loved. I shouldn’t care about that and I’m definitely not going to give up on my dreams but gosh how much I want someone to be with me entirely with body and soul.

Little sketch of little friend

camilla at henry's grave every year whispering his name over and over to herself because of the time he told her that the romans believed saying a dead person's name gives them just a little bit more immortality

I know it’s over

Still I cling to

I don’t know where else I can go