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they/she || pan-oriented aroace || pfp by the wonderful @/junpoki_ on IG

[longseasons]

does anyone like me and want to understand me

[kosmogrl]

get in loser we’re gonna try again despite it all

[ceruleanheaven]

brought nothing to the gun fight. whatever man

[pisshandkerchief]

I think the british really popped off with "bloody" as an expletive but unfortunately I can't say it out loud in real life or I sound like a teeaboo from 2012

[petewentz-]

It's fun being queer and weird and unconventional until you remember you live in a society

[batsandboba]

“scientists don’t want you know” is a phrase that always cracks me up because if you actually meet a scientist they will be shaking and crying like an overstimulated chihuahua with the need to let you know

[vanishedintostars]

thanks mike trapp for teaching me tsa doesn't change a thing and only conveys a false sense of security i feel very safe at the airport

[sosashawtyy]

Does anyone like me or love me

[vanishedintostars]

flying one day before my period and one day after eating spicy food. i don't know if the stomachache is from premenstrual cramps, my digestive system or just travel anxiety

[longseasons]

does anyone need me so bad

[oobilyg0obily]

"you can't be aroace! You like somebody!"

Violently claws at you.

[vanishedintostars]

the number of people throwing "you're not aroace!" at me when i told them about my boyfriend is alarming

[stuckinapril]

I kind of wanna go vegetarian for a month just to see what it does for my digestive system

[stuckinapril]

Vegetarians can u confirm or deny that u don’t get stomachaches much

[vanishedintostars]

i always have stomach problems but i don't think it has anything to do with me not eating meat

[sphxxshthealien]

when i say “aros can still date” i mean that as in “aros can do whatever the fuck they want and it doesn’t have to make sense to you”

but some of y’all say “aros can still date” to mean “aros are still able to fit your standards of an acceptable person despite their abnormality” and i do not fuck with that

[lakevida]

lowkey i am anguished

[ri5k]

i’m giving up personhood to become a full-time abstract concept

[inkskinned]

you know what? fuck it, man. the world is held in the fists of people who like to break things. at this point i’m saying who gives a shit. wear that victorian dress you don’t have an excuse for. dress up like a witch, pointed hat and all. who cares anymore. why worry about it when there’s bigger stuff to worry on. i’m saying. yeah, this lipstick is too dark, wanna share? i’m saying go talk to her, tell her that you like her hair. i’m saying she’s out of my league but i’m still swinging, i’m saying yeah i’m in a ballgown and it’s a pta meeting. what about it. eat the extra brownie, tell her your feelings. i’m saying if nothing matters than we might as well give nothing meaning.

[inkskinned]

#i’m saying if existence is a void at least i’m going down screaming.

it’s been 9 years since i wrote this. i was experiencing 24/7 anxiety so badly that i needed serious medication. these days in the back of my car is an “emergency party box.” when people admit they no longer really celebrate their birthday; i tell them to put the sash on and queue up kesha, we’re going bowling or something. these days i can’t spin around without finding something i am enamored with. these days i list 3 things i’m grateful for before i fall asleep. you’re probably one of them, just by virtue of you existing.

at the time i wrote this, i was suffering through a severe panic attack literally every night. i tortured my brother with constant 2 AM calls just to hear someone else breathing, because i couldn’t be alone in the silence.

i rarely wish i was still 23 even though ironically i had more hope back then. what i can tell you is this: i love the same way, but bigger now. i’ve worn the velvet cape to several business meetings. i spent thursday in a crop top without caring what my stomach looked like.

i told her i like her; i often dress as a witch. i still got glass in my foot this morning. i’ve kissed maybe a thousand people since then and met a million more than that; passing like the shadow of a hammerhead in trains and planes and buses.

i saw you, beloved, there, maybe, on platform in south station. you didn’t speak, but you said: i struggle to give the nothing meaning. the nothing fills up everything. it is just loud and yellowed panicked silence. i can’t stop shaking.

on the roof, birds curl together against the chilled spring wind. the sky outside of the craft store was an iridescent pink. the nothing already had meaning; you are giving it meaning by witnessing.

the act of living, beloved: it’s just decoding how to translate it.

[stuckinapril]

kitten I’ll be honest the finality of everything in this world haunts daddy like a second shadow