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@cathy-inwonderland / cathy-inwonderland.tumblr.com

Easily obsessed with and passionate about a lot of things. Been on this site since before it had a chat function.
They/she. Queer.
I am the oncoming storm.

i’ve made this post a million times but it really does drive me up the wall when people think that the phrase “everything is political” means “everything is related to current political happenings” instead of “everything is a product of its context”

if shane hollander looked at me like that and did all that while I carefully but not too carefully took his virginity I too would become very unwise very very quickly. I would become veeeeery. unwise. veeeery. quickly.

if Shane no eye contact Hollander, naked, held eye contact and crawled toward me on a bed in Las Vegas after saying I need...you know. you. I need you. while I was reaching dom enlightenment so fast I'd become lightheaded then I, too. would become veeeeery. unwise

who the fuck even uses "pretty boy" as an insult any more I thought we all came to the agreement that all it does is make you sound like you want to stick your tongue down the other guy's throat

I love this blog so much for basically being an enormous library of interior background references but MAN. There is something Vile and Poetic about that saying being painted on the wall of one of the bleakest-looking school hallways I've seen in a long time. It's like that poem about the stars being painted over in landlord white. Incredible.

ilya rozanov asks shane to be his boyfriend, attempt 1: bro I fucking love having sex with girls

ilya rozanov asks shane to be his boyfriend, attempt 2: might fuck around later and marry a woman lol. yeah i have one in mind. she's really hot :) her dad was a goalie :)

ilya rozanov asks shane to be his boyfriend, attempt 3: [to shane's parents] WE! ARE! LOVERS!

having a terrible memory when you are a freak is sort of a blessing. I have no recollection of the extreme social faux pas you are reminiscing about and thank god for that.

my friend was just telling me about the time I commandeered the aux cord while a couple we’d met at a concert drove us home and I made everyone listen to whale noises instead of music. why the fuck would I do that. what is wrong with me.

was replacing my bike’s chain and eating fresh plums in the warmth of a summer afternoon yesterday and in very quick succession: a pair of monarch butterflies danced past me, a fluffy wishing seed floated past before circling back around to be easy to catch, and I wished for everything to stay this good or, against all odds, get even better.

then I see something furry out of the corner of my eye. who are YOU!!!

friendliest softest sweetest cat I’ve ever met. purred like a rainstorm on a tin roof. I finished replacing my bike’s chain and she rides like a dream. there are good days out there and they’ll find you if you keep looking [:

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