I never got a chance to tell you this.
I miss you. I miss how close we used to be. How much we used to talk. How much you used to care. How much I used to see you. How much time we used to spend together, but I guess it doesn’t matter to you anymore.
You know what’s kind of beautiful?
In French, you don’t really say “I miss you.” You say “tu me manques,” which is closer to “you are missing from me.”
I love that. “You are missing from me.” You are a part of me, you are essential to my being. You are like a limb, or an organ, or blood. I cannot function without you.
the mediocre gatsby
the decent wall of china
the ok depression
Now think about it:
how the hell does phineas put his shirt on
The same way Arnold does!
I hate the word homophobia.
It is not a phobia.
You are not scared.
You are just an asshole.
what if someone had an actual phobia though
like with people who are arachnaphobic
a gay person comes into their house and they stand on a chair screaming and swatting them with a broom or something
#or they get a really huge glass to put over the gay person #and then slide a big piece of paper underneath and put them outside
