It was the day after my mum’s wedding. Chloe had assembled everyone so we could talk about me being ill. She was trying to help, but I wanted someone to put a bullet in my head.
*does something incredibly stupid or embarrassing* well, one day we’ll all be fucking dead. Everybody dead. We’ll all die. Fucking dead. Everyone. Fucking everyone gone. No more bad times.
Farley Granger, 1951
problem: all types of love being coded/read as romantic
also a problem: romantically-coded behaviors between girls/women being read as platonic
what is this “gay straight alliance”. Whoever said i wanted to be aligned with the straights. i want to Win