Those minutes where I am alone, just me and my pillow. I think; I think a lot. I think about everything, anything. It varies from “What am I doing with my life?” to “Did I finish all my work for that class?” The room is so silent, but my mind is so loud. It drives me crazy because the things I would never think about, I think about. Sometimes, I hate it because it brings up things I’d rather never think about again. Honestly, thinking so much can never be too good for anyone.
this is what heterophobia would look like if it was real. if you believe that heterophobia is a real thing that exists, please watch this because you will see that it simply doesn’t exist, that it never has and never will.
tbh I think everyone should watch this anyway because it’s very clever and very powerful