if you wanna know how long this year has been: the whole fucking tide pod fuckery happened in january
I’m in love with you.
i can feel it. i can feel it in my stomach and in my cheeks. i can feel it every time my phone goes off. i can feel it in the disappointment when it’s not you. i can hear it in the songs i listen to. i can see it in the things that make me think of you.
i can feel my cheeks go red every time you say something cute. or when you tease me. i can feel it when i tell people about you.
i feel it when im sad and crying or when im happy.
I’m in love with you.
it worries me so much that there’s been this (mostly unintentional) culture built up around coming out, to where young lgbt kids are putting themselves in danger at school and at home because they don’t want to “live a lie.” i just want to say, i came out when i was 15 and it created a lot of difficulties in my life that i could have avoided by waiting until i was older. it isolated me socially, it exposed me to homophobia from my parents, my family, my teachers, and my classmates at the most important developmental stages of my own confidence and sense of self… closeted people are not living a lie. closeted people are surviving. don’t let anyone pressure you to come out before you’re ready. don’t put yourself at risk when you don’t have to.
This fucked me up.
That, my friends, is a portal.
Mysteries and miracles all around us.
Mind ya business and ignore people. You’ll be happier.
yes I am fully aware that I’m The Worst™ but I still wanna be like……. loved and stuff
