do you ever read old conversations you had with someone and realize how much more they used to be interested you and it makes you feel like complete shit because everything is different now and you can tell you’ve just lost that shine that got their attention in the first place
sticks and stones may break my bones but words constitute my entire existence and my ability to meaningfully interact with the universe because we live in a textual reality in which everything is constructed and coded by language there is no escaping the symbolic dimensions of language there is nothing outside the text there is nothing outside the text there is nothing outside the text
you know that quiet girl in class?
yeah she goes home and makes fun of you all on tumblr
"I like it raw"
I whispered as I watch anime without subs
you dont like the word breast??? ok we’re having chicken boobs for dinner