no son, theres no monster under your bed. there is, however, one under mine so ill be taking your bed tonight. good luck out there, kiddo
You may be as different as the sun and the moon, but the same blood flows through both your hearts. You need her, as she needs you.
I keep thinking oh man, I’m so immature. How am I allowed to be an adult.
Then I spend time with teenagers.
And it’s like, wow, okay, yeah. I am an adult. I am so adult. Look at me adulting all over the place.
how many of us, as children, have had creeping thoughts of “i think i have a crush on somebody of my own gender” or “i wish i were another gender” and dismissed them so swiftly and so effectively because those ideas were unnatural and unconscionable that they never had the chance to grow into our identities? how many more of us, when finally told from childhood that queerness is a real and good option, will be queer and will love it?
We talk like we know what’s going on but we don’t. We don’t know anything, we’re young and we’re gonna screw up a lot. We’re gonna keep changing our minds, and sometimes our hearts. And through all of that, the only real thing we can offer each other is forgiveness. — Dawson’s Creek
There’s two types of anger one is dry and the other wet and basically wet anger is when your eyes water and your voice shakes and I hate that cause I feel weak when I’m crying while angry I like dry anger when your face is like stone and your voice is sharp I guess wet anger shows that you care too much and dry anger means you’re done.
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