the bragging apps where one makes you cool and intellectual and the other makes you fit and hot
both fine but in the wrong hands make for the worst kind of people
this is a crazy update but turns out it was actually a crazy day because I found my dad has cancer !! has bumped down the letterboxd thing a bit
(he's probably fine for a long time yet but still a crazy thing to learn)
tonight Elise and I talked about our familial wounds so much that we broke out the feelings wheel to properly describe how our emotions manifest
Elise: "what the fuck do men talk about"
that thing that's like "you die once when you pass away and a second time when the last person says your name" but about the last time you are screenshotted and sent to somebody's groupchat
nobody in the group chat cares about the fact that an actor from a show we watch is reading for popular audio erotica app quinn I have been clocked by the chat
god forbid a girl has hobbies !!!
I personally would not talk about an out lesbian by saying that I hold space that one day they may fall in love with a man
it costs me precisely zero dollars to not invalidate lesbians to validate my own bisexuality
man it is a tough time to be bisexual rn and not because being bi is hard it's because bi women keep being fucking stupid as fuck and bringing us all down with them
i'm not brave for having a boyfriend be so fucking real rn
what keeps happening to me in the arts is that I follow someone I think is cool as fuck and then we end up meeting and getting along and then I get embarrassed because they realise I already follow them and I get exposed for being a fan
let's play movie plot summary or my actual real life: pushing 30 hyper independent freak has a fractured relationship with their father, and must now spend 12 hours in a car driving interstate with him to go to his mother's funeral
melbourne gravitational pull brings me ever close to moving here like what a hot and sexy city but regrettably am bridge-pilled and returning to the harbour city (but only after embarrassing myself by asking for schooners at the pub at least once)