I'm not even high, but I just had the biggest, "Bruh," moment that sounds like I am, and I gotta get it out of my head.
Animal conservation is just people conservation, but we rarely acknowledge it. Not like, "animals are people too," I'm not here for that argument right now. What makes it people conservation is that the world as we know it and easily inhabit it is generally at it's best when it has all these animal species we tend to kill and abuse, but they're the ones who keep the ecosystem running. If we conserve animals, and plants for that matter, if we help slow climate change, we're in the long term doing more to preserve the human race. The long term loss of animal species is tragic, but we also gotta think about how losing them will help us lose ourselves one day.
"The Gays," I say as if I am not one of them, currently writing saphic poetry for my gorgeous friend, as if I am not writing words of love about a beauty I will struggle to compare
She's too beautiful as herself to compare to a summer's, winter's or autumns day. (Fuck Spring.) She's too lovely to compare to most of nature save for her laughter reminding me of a river.
Her voice is too clear to compare to a bell, and the way she speaks makes you feel seen and known.
God but I am lucky to know this incomparable beauty.
I hate to be approached for flirting by strangers cause we're definitely not gonna talk long enough for me to develop any kind of connection to them. They're playing in an unfair field cause my interest needs you to get past the soldiers of my social presentation as the friendly chick, brave the layers of my mental illness, and cross the mote of my ADHD making me forget they exist before they can even begin to knock at the castle door of my interest.
There is nothing more emotionally devastating to my adult ego than the fact that I have had tons of people tell me tell me they can tell I was a Naruto Headband Kid. I am 27 years old, but the choices of 11-year-old me will haunt my personality till my dying day apparently.
Getting back on this hellsite is weirdly enough the exact thing my mental health needed. I will always need a place to scream my mentally ill fuck shit out into the void, but also I just need to place to word vomit all my thoughts that doesn't involve inundating my friends with them every five seconds.