i really am the most serious person out there i cant comprehend jokes and shit and like why people like to dance and basically i know how to survive life-endangering situations and heavy abuse but i have no clue on how to have fun which is why im a terrible friend. like im pretty good at listening and shit but going out? having fun??? i dont know how to do this without intellectualizing everything and Thats Not How You Have Fun Babey

me: *reads articles on how difficult it is to translate poetry*
also me: i can’t believe translating poetry is so difficult. maybe it’s all because im a dumbass. probably.

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throwback to that one time in 2014 when i literally held hands with a pretty girl on an italian beach at sunset, chatting about our future life, without realising i was being gay

throwback to that one time in 2013 when i literally fell down TWICE because a pretty girl smiled at me and everyone was concerned my internal ear was fucked up while i still didn’t understood i was being gay

throwback to that one time in 2013 when a girl literally recited a poem about lesbians to me while kneeling and i thought she really liked poetry and didn’t realise it was her being gay

epicene-street-light:

throwback to that one time in 2014 when i literally held hands with a pretty girl on an italian beach at sunset, chatting about our future life, without realising i was being gay

throwback to that one time in 2013 when i literally fell down TWICE because a pretty girl smiled at me and everyone was concerned my internal ear was fucked up while i still didn’t understood i was being gay