fake fake fake

jessic-eh:

i don’t even understand. like, my mom has to have some idea that i like girls, and she acts like she’s so supportive being like “wow you hang out with a lot of gay friends eh?” and “sooo jess about that _______ girl, she’s cute eh?” and like it kind of leads me to think that she’d be ok with it.

but then i just went and told her that i’m going to montreal pride as a volunteer, instead of going to a wedding of one of my cousins, who i don’t even know.

and she immediately flips to be like “ok well either get out of our house or start paying rent and blah blah i don’t support volunteering for that blah blah” 

it feels like i’ve just gotten out of another stupid relationship of being led on by someone, but this time i was led on by my mom, and i was led to the idea that she wasn’t a complete fucking homophobe. 

my life is like one big perma-happy-high

I am so blessed