Feelings Are So Confusing, I Didn't Sing Up For This

Walter Benjamin *15. Juli 1892

Rauchen XII

when the autism is being an actual mental health problem instead of making me obsess over fictional characters again:

Living in 3019.

[Yes, they’ve considered summer, and there are auto-open panels when it gets too hot.]

I choose coffee today.

i just simply do not vibe with being straight

It's weird how good you can make me feel. You can make me forget all my problems. I even forget that I'm Trans and wearing my binder. All that exists, all that matters is you laying in my arms and me holding you close. It's just us. My heart is beating fast and your fingers feel so good on my skin. And for a moment I ask myself if that is what happiness feels like.

That was me, except my obsession stuck. There hasn’t been a day I didn’t think about Walter Benjamin since summer

I want to own every book Benjamin wrote. And every book written about him. I don’t know if it’s ever going to stop

What if I got really into Walter Benjamin for a week. What then

BMTH lyrics are starting to feel personal

I don’t WANT a career. I want to cuddle and sleep and eat and read and create and love and be loved.