“I wanna be seen as who I am: A NON-BINARY QUEER FUCK BOY WITH POOR IMPULSE CONTROL.”
“I’m so tired of stark white classic movies being attributed to queer and feminist culture…”
“In this vacuum, depression increases the gravity by a factor of A Lot.”
I live an independent life at the cost of ignoring the baggage that comes with it.
“Can I even feel feelings anymore?!”
It’s sweet and funny and poignant and absolutely an antidote to the cynicism and over-curation of social media these days.
“I had no idea how much drinking masked my anxiety until penicillin.”
Your favorite music store gal pals/secret fight club are returning!
“Don’t ever fall for a straight woman.”
My mom is glad that after SO MANY YEARS I’m finally appreciating what she’d been trying to teach me my entire childhood.
Contemplating the ownership of pain.
“Eat my corporate rainbows!”
“This Pride I’m finally getting over my CATHOLIC GUILT that has prevented me from engaging and enjoying hook-up culture!”
“Care-free, pain-free plot, with a genuine happily ever after.”
Don’t be like me.
How fluid is our memory?
“…is this divine intervention?”
“Look, we all know how the gays feel about their representation…”
I’m not very fussy about my wine, but I am very fussy about my board games.
“I’m growing something in my chest that’s spreading through my bones.”
I pulled these nuggets of little gold from all three hours of Endgame and I cannot wait to re-live them in obsessive, snarky detail with you!