So I heard it’s Earth Day
my friend has black hair and the initials PM while her boyfriend has blonde hair and the initials AM and she told me that they joke that theyre ‘as different as night and day’ and i fell on the floor that shit was so adorable
you know that unexplainable sickish feeling where youre not really sick and you dont really have a headache but you just feel wrong and you cant get comfortable or find something that youre really into but you kinda feel too ill to sleep or eat its like your body saying “i dont know what i want you to do but this isnt it”
That’s called anxiety.
That explains at least half of my life then
As a trans woman, I can’t:
- Be femme (because I’m “over-performing” my gender, to quote Julie Bindel, and reinforcing the patriarchy besides by relying on harmful stereotypes of womanhood)
- Be butch or even not femme (because therapists wouldn’t even listen to me if my…
I’m at that awkward age where half my friends are engaged or having babies, and the other half are too drunk to find their phones.
the ending of romeo and juliet is so amazing, a huge public wedding for romeo and juliet and they have four kids, mercutio and benvolio spend many happy years together before dying as old men, tybalt goes to anger management and becomes a pastry maker, why on earth do people call this a tragedy
let’s play a game called “how much of this homework can i do in school tomorrow”