The struggle to find other lesbians is real
single local* lesbians
single local lesbians who find me attractive*
single local lesbians who find me attractive, and I’m emotionally, physically, romantically compatible with.
when carmilla fights someone on screen:
let me sleep in ur stupid t-shirts and hold ur dumb hand u piece of shit
- stop habitually bending over backwards to apologize for my existence before the sentence is even fully off my tongue
sometimes i forget im a real person
this is such a weird thing but I understand.
today in choir the starting note for sopranos at was the first note of black parade and every single time the pianist pressed it my head along with like three other people shot up it’s like this is some weirdass emo programming and we’re doomed to black eyeliner hell