I live off sarcasm, sexual frustration, punk rock and cheese
I seem to keep ending up with these bad boy characters. I don't understand what's going on. I walk the street in New York feeling like I'm Paul Rudd or something, but apparently no one sees else it that way.
Omfg today at school I was talking to my gay friend and some random kid walked by and called me a fag hag and I didn’t know what to do so I just went up to the kid and hugged him and I was like “it’s okay, once you come out you will discover your true self” and then he hugged me back and started crying and he said “it’s just so hard to feel accepted” and I just
the queer whisperer
when you learn a new word and start seeing it everywhere
i like how on tumblr we don’t complete our sentences. we kind of just
them: oh are u excited for that new marvel movie?
If you’re gonna keep being cute then you’ll have to kiss me, I’m sorry I don’t make the rules
in a healthy, close relationship of any kind, when something upsets you, you need to bring it up. as soon as possible, even. cultivate an environment in which you both can talk about things that upset you, with the utmost attention to everyone’s feelings. it’s a really simple thing to do but it’s a thing i’ve been working on for a while and i’m getting actual nice things happening as a result