my question isn’t “why do people live in Gotham” my question is “why do people who live in Gotham habitually buy recreational drugs from a known serial killer who wears a potato sack over his face”
I hope one day
somebody loves you
that they see violets
in the bags under your eyes,
sunsets in the downward arch
of your lips,
that they recognize you
as something green,
something fresh and still growing,
even if sometimes
you are growing sideways,
that they do not waste their time
trying to fix you.
There needs to be a grindr app, but instead of finding the closest gay dude who’s up to bone, you type in the book/movie/show/whatever subject you desperately want to talk about over food/drinks, and it finds you the closest person who also want to talk about it.
Fact: All pansexuals must like Panic! At The Disco. So many pansexuals are flooding the Disco. There is no air left. We are truly pansexuals panicking at the disco.
What The Fuck Did I Just Watch For You: a memoir by a fan of actors with terrible filmographies