The events previously describe in this blog as having caused my severe bad mood - which henceforth shall be referred to as the nosebleed - shall never again be spoken of openly to avoid repercussions should this blog become not-so-anonymous to those I know in my not-on-line life. Posts referring to the nosebleed as anything else have been deleted.
Sorry to have bothered you. Thank you for your time.
So I reblogged an arrow that was supposed to point to the next post on my dash and the post it points to is supposed to be my future and it pointed to a post about disabled people being murdered by their parents and caregivers and I freaked out and deleted the arrow post because how horrifying.
bisexual invisibility isn’t new. you see, we’ve always had the power.
every unsolved high stakes art robbery? bisexuals.
crop circles? bisexuals with mowers.
poltergeists? nope just rowdy bisexuals
Roanoke colony? bisexuals probably.
Because we are just that awesome
I knew it.
the sexual tension when u and ur crush are online on fb at the same time and u just stare at their lil green dot
and suddenly you know what gatsby felt like
This is actually the most profound and appropriate literary allusion I’ve encountered so far this week.
oh my god