you know that shit that happens where you eat a bag of assorted candy but theres one flavor in there you dont like and eventually, like, you get down to the point where its like a huge bag of just that flavor and you try your best to eat it anyway bc it feels weird to throw out?? sundays feel like a solid 24 hours of that feeling. idk why. this isnt like, an analogy. dont try and break down like how theres an equivalency bc theres not, im not drawing one, im saying there are a finite amount of vibes in the world, and sometimes the universe has to repurpose them, and “being alive on a sunday” and “possessing a whole bag of just the worst kind of candy” is a case of that
i feel like keira knightley plays a role in every sapphic girl’s realization that she’s not straight… it seems to be such a universal experience?? we all saw her either as elizabeth bennet or elizabeth swann growing up and im 99% sure we all ended up gay because of it
not to be rude, op, but how can you type this and leave out the seminal sapphic classic that is bend it like beckham
you really gotta be a fool to say tchaikovsky wasn’t gay. the man literally fired cannons in his 1812 overture, do you really think a straight man could achieve that drama? that panache? that power? grow up
take time to figure it out 