the term “pretty gay” has verbally satiated my vocal thirst. I’ve also somehow lost sense to the word “pretty”. it seems so awkward.
It’s not a woman’s place to fix you or save you. Her own life, privacy, and needs are more important than your selfish wish for her to “help you feel okay”
That’s what therapists are for, not women.
I wish i knew this growing up. understanding that our sexuality, and its unrestricted playing field eradicates such needs for sexual identity. simply accepting the fact that this world is full of animals, us included, is key to thriving in a dark and cruel world.
it surprises me how much stupidity is perpetuated on social media. through some sense of self-importance, this collective of people just snuff whatever they can out of whoever’s ass. intelligence and meaning has ultimately gone out the window. and it saddens me. rock hill and the folk around there have somehow lost their grip. how easy it is to facetiously care about something in such as a “thing” mainly for appearance. in other words, this whole fucking state is not made for me. bunch of dumb mother fucks who think they mean something.