the fact that dick grayson is fictional is really comforting because if he were real and not my boyfriend, i’d kill everyone.

the rain never stops pouring on this stormy night

whenever i see the letter j, i need a moment to pause and think if it’s read as /dʒ/, /h/ or /j/.

sex is a very intimate and sacred act. remember your body is a temple and you should be sharing it with someone who likes persona.

no matter how much you love jason todd, dexter soy loves him more.

all this charlie kirk shit is making it so hard to find the superbat yaoi.

i wish i had the confidence of these mediocre white men saying they’d love to be cast as nightwing.

me.

with each and every passing day, i realize more and more that the root of all suffering is possessing a physical body.

we would’ve thrived as floating orbs. as concepts. as everything other than this rotting flesh and blood.

does anyone know how to not be the idiot with the painted face in the corner taking up space

trans person: i’m trans

society: okay

your gay friend you try to ignore: teammates?! friends?! to hell with that! why am i inferior to you?! i was extremely particular about my life, my grades, my public image! so someone would want me!