I love spending time with my girlfriend etc but the 3000% productivity boost on nights when she’s away is hilarious to me. Turns out when there isn’t an insanely hot women loafing about it’s way easier to focus
Strangely, it's moments like this that I feel most lucky to be queer. I think about our elders. How hopeless they must have felt. How easy it would have been to give up. But they fought for the life I get to live today. What an insult it would be, to them, to succumb to despair