Precious Sweater Man I Wanna Kiss Him On Cheeks

what studying literature feels like

I tend to forget how important it really is to me that people recognize the fact that I am, i'm fact, a queer person.

The way I choose to present myself makes it very easy for people that want to ignore that fact to cast it aside when they find it most convenient. Which, while sometimes still jarring, I've come to expect.

And then I will have one singular interaction with someone who just gets it, alludes to my queerness speaking as if it was a given, and I'm suddenly overwhelmed with the realization of "Oh. I have been missing it. It really was an important and valuable, indispensable, part of what makes me fundamentally myself".

My favourite trope has to be:

I sacrificed myself to save you. I didn't plan to survive. I burnt all the bridges. I intended to break your heart with my death, but that would be all right, because I wouldn't be around to see you. I pretended that you'll mourn me for a while and move on. I convinced myself I was going down in the blaze of glory. That my deed was appreciated. That everything was going to be all right afterwards, and I didn't need to be there to see it.

But I survived. And now I have to look you in the eye. I have to pick up the pieces of the life I shattered and figure out how to put it back together. If it can be done at all.

In conclusion, it is not healthy for the brain to stay up this late.

oh we are SO BACK BABY

mabel helping martin out with his workplace romance

(detail from the San Barnaba Altarpiece (c. 1488) by Sandro Botticelli)

you don’t get it bro. all we are is bullets

i think there’s something wrong with this guy’s tea…