Before I met him, I would dance in the shower.
When he was in my life, I would think about showering with him.
After he left, I would sit on the ground in the shower and cry.
When I got over him, I showered so quickly there was no time for dancing, fantasies or tears.
Someone can invade the smallest parts of your life,
you won’t even realize it until you dance in the shower again
and wonder why you ever stopped.
it is 19 degrees outside
I’m real tired of seeing skinny white kids painted as THE AVERAGE QUEER. Like please show me a curvy Indian agender kid from Brooklyn, a hispanic lesbian and her black girlfriend. A trans demisexual dude from Korea. GIVE ME SOMETHING OTHER THAN LANKY PALE PEOPLE WITH COLORFUL HAIR PLEASE GOD.
I will never stop linking to this article: Black People Make Up Largest Share of LGBT Community
Let’s stop pretending otherwise, OK Media?
of a year.
I have worn
under my sleeves,
on my thighs,
running down my cheeks.
This is what
looks like, my dear.
It’s like every woman above 45 that I’ve talked to recently has found it necessary to remind me that I’m 20 and therefore should be dating someone. My biological clock is not ticking, like calm yourselves.
I’m certain that that room is cursed. Too many relationships have been broken there.
oh no now she’s sobbing, oh no ohnoohnoohno
The girl next door to me is fighting with her boyfriend (again) and it’s really sad and it’s making me sad and I wish it wasn’t so awful and I feel so bad for her and gahh
- Made $50 by babysitting 3 wonderful children
- watched the tail end of Oldboy with some friends (it made no sense)
- ate some noodles
- avoided spring/fall
- took a nice long shower
- thoroughly moisturized