when someone talks about their plans for the future for 5 seconds and i realise everyone around me has a rough idea where their life is going whilst im kind of just floating in the space-time continuum with no discernible goals or ambition
Being bisexual is weird because like I don’t know about other bisexuals, but bi-erasure is so strong that even I think I’m faking it sometimes?? like one day I’ll wake up and be like “I’m obviously living a lie I’m a giant homosexual??” but then a second later I’ll be like “Am I just a straight person lying to myself???” Its like I forget my own orientation exists
if you often like or reblog my posts i 100% remember your username and mentally go “oh yes friend” every single time i see you in my notes or on my dash
If you guys EVER see something I have written on another site, please please please don't hesitate to report it, or let me know so I can report it myself! Tumblr is the ONLY platform I post my writing to, so know that if you find my work on any other site, it has been posted without my permission.
On that note, sending love and good juju to all of you, always ❤❤
what she means: i still can’t believe simon’s fucking “friends” abandoned him after he was traumatically outed to the entire school, over something as petty as high school relationships. they didn’t even take an “i love you but i’m mad at you” approach, they forced him to face returning to school alone, even sit alone at lunch in total isolation. The hate incident happens in the cafeteria and they don’t do ANYTHING. they don’t stand up and say anything, they don’t support simon, they don’t even try to stop it. they just sit silently and watch as simon, and simon ALONE, confronts his attackers in front of everybody. yet somehow the narrative portrays them as The Good Guys, the heroes of the story who have nothing to apologize for.