one of the most intensely uncomfortable things that’s ever happened to me is anytime i jokingly say that [INSERT MEDIA HERE] made me gay and the person i’m talking to is like “woah… really? that was what made you realize you were gay? what a story, thank you for sharing your inspiring background with me”
like, buddy, the bagel i had for breakfast this morning made me gay. that song on the radio made me gay. you saying that to me in this very moment…. made me gay. i am born anew in my own gayness each and every day
A demon that writes messages on your mirror with blood but they’re useful messages. Like “remember you have yoga at 6 tonight”
“You need to leave him, Karen”.
I am so here for this
I just spit water all over my desk… this is amazing
Brenda turned, following her friend’s trembling finger.
“Oh, that’s just Rh’lygh.”
“Its…what?”
“Yeah, he’s been a total lifesaver this semester.”
The dark figure drew closer in a shroud of mist and extended a claw like hand that slowly wrapped around Brenda’s shoulder. She glanced at her forearm, upon which strange welts arose that arranged themselves into barely intelligible runes:
Remember you need to study for that biology exam.
“Thanks, I will Rh’lygh, but I’m meeting Brian first.”
