I Get One More... One Fucking More Of This And I'll Kill Myself. For Real. I Hope This Shit Actually

Ahaha fair I’m jealous of your sanity

i’m a phannie in 2020 bold of you to assume im sane

ppl who have sound on for phone notifications…..how do you live like that?? my phone hasnt made a sound since i got it. i will see my notifications when i see them.

Klaus: Hey Five, Did you know that "thot" meant "thoughtful person"?

Five: Oh, is that the slang these days?

Klaus: [nods head vigorously]

*2 hours later*

Five: Thanks for helping out Diego... You're such a thot.

Diego: I'm a WHAT?!

You will never regret getting skinny, but you will regret eating. The choice is yours.

Ana

“I don’t think that I accepted that I wasn’t gonna die young until I was 26 or 27. I really don’t think I fully…when I was 14, 15, 16, 17–I mean I knew as sure as I know that I am wearing green shoes that I was going to die before much happened. It was a certainty for me. And I had shaken off the directly suicidal urge by the time I was 21 or 22, but I still was pretty sure I was going to die pretty young, it really felt like an inevitability. It takes a long time to realize no, you’ve changed…if you shared those feelings with people at some point you go, ‘well, I guess we’re going to stick around.’ And it’s a funky thing to admit because there’s a part of your inner younger self that kind of judges you for that.”

John Darnielle fucking me up with the single most relatable thing he’s ever said

i bet he's gonna call him bro and mate

phil calling dan dannyboy or any of his weird pet names 😌

i am going to need phil to call dan anything except dan tomorrow, the weirder the better

One thing I love about being gay is that very specific emotion you get when you witness another queer person coming out or Realizing^tm or simply existing in the world for the first time as a queer person. And I’m not talking about friends or even people you know - it’s something I feel for complete strangers too: a youtuber I vaguely follow who just came out as a trans woman, two teenage girls I saw holding hands and furtively kissing behind shelves at the bookstore, this story of a 90yo gay man who finally decided to come out to his family… It’s a mix of pride and joy and, idk, tenderness? protectiveness? kinship? It’s like even though I’m never going to meet or talk to them, in my heart I’m holding a big sign that says “Welcome! Sorry if the journey’s been difficult, but you’re home now.”