Month: May 2015
Does this count, hypno-sandwich? I mean, there’s a tie, ya??
When I explain a queer term to a queer person:
Oh.
Oh. oh.
So I’m—I’m not—it’s a thing. I’m not broken.
When I explain a queer term to a non-queer person:
Aren’t you just making the problem worse by making up all these words?
Why do you even need labels!
THANK YOU!
Learn to celebrate your existence without qualifying and excusing all the things you wish you could change.
Look into the mirror without pulling out all the things you hate from inside of you.
Picking them apart.
Measuring them.
Causing them to expand and then constricting them when they do.
You’ve lived for too long in a world of mixed signals and contradictory expectations.
Realise that you are not made of clay and you were never meant to simply fill the cracks and spaces in and between those around you.
Look at the fact that your Self has prevailed despite all the times you’ve tried to change it and realise that this is not failure but proof of your resilience.
Breathe in. Breathe out. Repeat.
This is what self care looks like today. (via olivialaurel)
There’s something about the idea of being inspected that makes me squirm in that distressing, uncomfortable, lovely, perfect way.
I’ve never had one, but I’ve been turned on by every inspection I’ve read about.
The thought of laying perfectly still in complete quiet while someone examines every part of you is an arousing mix of clinical and objectifying that I really couldn’t deny the appeal of if I tried.
What would you be looking for? What would you inspect? When are you just going to stop torturing me and use me already?
I’d feel like an object. I’d have trouble sitting so still and so quietly while someone looked at me so closely, making me feel so uncomfortable.
Pointing out how wet it made me while I tried my hardest to prove the way you were treating me did anything but.
This is hilarious in the darkest way because this tree is holding the dead corpse of one of the other trees
You know you had a Catholic upbringing when somebody says “May the force be with you” and your instant reaction is to reply with “And also with you”.
Lift up your lightsabers.
We lift them up to the lord.
Let us give thanks to the Force our guide.
It is right to give the Force thanks and praise.