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Something I have to keep telling myself…
(Source: words-from-books, via herromeekadow)
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Me (right) when I was in Paris for a global convention back in July 2012.
Well the guy on the left isn’t mine but this photo represents the things that I crave for:
To have a Euro guy of my own; to get out of this hellhole; to live in France or some other developed country; to feel like my “job” is actually worth it; to not feel alone and marginalized anymore;
To be happy.
Do you ever feel like you’re not anyone’s first priority? There’s always someone else who is more important to text, to talk to, to hang out with. You just feel like that friend that’s in the background and not really important. You’re just the friend that’s put second, and never put first. Not once. Not at all.
(Source: a--constantreminder, via imeanilovegiraffes)
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the only person i’ve ever had such an intellectual connection with was some euro guy i met n an international convention… and he was apparently straight and married. :(
i’m afraid i’ll never have that kind of connection with people from where i’m from. i live in such a backwards society. :(
(Source: exxmachina, via spanishsensation)
Of course today was Gay Couples Day at the grocery store
And of course I wasn’t noted because I’m not part of the clan of the gay couples.
Ok so at first at the grocery I tried to avoid this southeast-asian gay couple, like we would end up at the same aisle even though I took weird turns. And then I bumped into a japanese gay couple, so I tried to avoid them again. Then on the way to the cashier there’s this very blonde (swedish?) couple, so I moved to the other counter. Only to be followed by a brunette younger-older type of white gay couple.
Way to rub it in, universe.





