I love people. Everybody. I love them, I think, as a stamp collector loves his collection. Every story, every incident, every bit of conversation is raw material for me. My love’s not impersonal yet not wholly subjective either. I would like to be everyone, a cripple, a dying man, a whore, and then come back to write about my thoughts, my emotions, as that person. But I am not omniscient. I have to live my life, and it is the only one I’ll ever have. And you cannot regard your own life with objective curiosity all the time…
Sylvia Plath (via mwayheyhey)
I can’t fucking stand it when people say stuff like “oh every 13 year old thinks they’re bi” because:
I didn’t let myself DARE think it.
I was TERRIFIED to find myself attracted to multiple genders…
because biphobic assholes kept insisting bi wasn’t real and I thought something was horribly wrong with me.