[Image: A purplish sunset. Text: “I want to experiment. But if I have to ‘experiment’ to figure out what I am, doesn’t that mean I’m really NOT?”]
I could not be more angry that someone made you and so many other people believe this. The world is such a complicated and beautiful place; there are parts of you that you won’t even know exist until you test them out, parts of other people you won’t even know you like until you see and touch them, paths that won’t be possible if you don’t carve them yourself. And sometimes you’re gonna have false starts, and you’ll have to reevaluate everything you thought you knew. And anyone who gives you shit for that doesn’t want you to really know yourself or your place in the world, and frankly, how dare they?
Wisdom! The commentary that is. Also the photo is stunning.
this is how I feel, mainly because I am so uncertain about anything and everything and never believe I have made the right choice, which explains why I am constantly feeling in torment in some way
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