the human life is a strained and tense one. i envy the life of a smooth rock resting on the beach… warmed by the sun… unaware of the trials and tribulations of sentient life…
i literally had this conversation with a straight friend once. i was telling her about that time i got physically assaulted by a girl with long nails that ripped out my shirt and left long-lasting scars and jokingly concluded “so thats why you should only throw hands with lesbians!” and she said dreamily “yeah, it’s incredible how insignificant things become symbolic like… why would lesbians choose nail length to represent them? it makes no sense” and i was speechless for a sec then went “eve. we dont want our vagina ripped off.” and she looked like she had just seen god
