Realizing I’m never going to have an epic love like “Love, Simon” because I royally fucked up my one chance at a love like that honestly breaks my heart. The saddest part though is that I just want to keep rewatching the movie to make myself suffer over that revelation because I deserve to feel that pain. I’m a horrible person who only fucks up other people’s lives and doesn’t deserve that kind of happy ending.
I’d like to spend time with gay men too tho. where’s my small beloved group of fun. kind. casual gays and lesbians
2 days after this post I got invited by a lesbian couple I just met to stay the night & watch Moana with them & my friend who’s a gay dude & another gay I just met so this is the gaypost, reblog to bring gay friends to you
One of the worst parts of having mental health issues is that you’re seemingly required to have a breakdown in order for people to understand how hard you were trying to hold yourself together.