everyone you’ve ever loved has said some problematic shit: a novel
you have also said some problematic shit: the sequel
having said problematic shit does not necessarily make you or anyone else a bad person, just be aware of it, don’t say it again, and don’t make fucking excuses for people who continue to say problematic shit: the thrilling conclusion
we’re here, we’re queer, we’re kinda tired and don’t really want to go to class
"So things go."
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, Dearly Beloved (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)