when i was 8 i drew this comic about two girls kissing and my mom was out raged and i thought it was because my art wasn’t good enough so i kept trying to draw girls kissing and she sent me to therapy and my therapist tried explaining homosexuality to me and i didn’t even know what that had to do with my art skills
the thing about musical theatre is it wasn’t a slowly evolving obsession
literally one day, it came along and hit me in the face like a damn brick
Why the hell should I take orders from you?
sorry i’m late, professor. i’m disenchanted with the human experience and waking up every morning thrusts me into an instant existential crisis
"text me when you get home" means "i love you, be safe."
It really does