This has been a baby Ocelittle appreciation post. You’re welcome.
Don't let someone tell you who you are, odd one.
Read it over.
Let those words resonate in your mind.
you keep worrying
is taking up too much space.
i wish you’d let yourself
be the milky way.
My sexual orientation is girls who look like they could beat me up and boys who look like they wouldn’t stand a chance
and in that moment, everyone’s heart broke.
SO I WAS FUCKING TALKING WITH MY DAD AND
dragons came back
killed all the rich people and took their money for their horde
and then if you needed money
you would just challenge the dragon to a riddle duel
and both of us ended up agreeing that riddle duels with dragon bankers would somehow be a much fairer, less frustrating economic system than we have now
Types of people who romanticize small town life:
- People who didn’t grow up in small towns
#THE LOCALS AREN’T QUIRKY#THEY’RE RACIST
#THERE’S NOTHING TO DO
#EVERYONE’S ON DRUGS
Every time I hear “Hate the sin, love the sinner” I want to scream.
My existence is not a sin. I’m not a sinner for existing. You do not “love” me if you feel this way.
I aspire to BE THIS