The Townspeople: Tell us your backstory Victor.
Victor (closing his eyes for 12 minutes, opening them, exhaling long and loud): No. I gotta go.

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The Townspeople: Tell us your backstory Victor.
Victor (closing his eyes for 12 minutes, opening them, exhaling long and loud): No. I gotta go.
normalize calling boys pretty!! and beautiful!! and cute!!!
“The butterfly said to the sun, ‘They can’t stop talking about my transformation. I can only do it once in my lifetime. If only they knew they can do it at any time and in countless ways.’”
— Dodinsky
one day, you will close Tumblr for a final time…
One time a friend told me that if she wanted to have a chill night she would come to me and ask for tea and a book to read. I didn’t like tea at the time, but I always made sure my cupboards had them in case she needed a quiet night. One time I told my boss that I loved oranges, but couldn’t peel them because of my nails. For a year he made sure to peel me one at least once a week. Once my friends gave me a made up superlative of “most likely to have a pen they could borrow” and ever since I’ve made sure I always carry a pen with me. A long time ago, my high school librarian told me that no one would care what my grade in my sophomore chemistry class was if I’m bringing them doughnuts and asking them about their day.
Sometimes friendship is about carrying pens and peeling oranges. But the point is, surrounding yourself with people who you want to do the little things for. The point of it all is bringing in the doughnuts because you’ve found the people who deserve the doughnuts.
And I’m so fucking lucky, and I don’t always say it or even think it. Because I have friends who send me letters and who told me when the cafeteria at work had chopped tomatoes and who want to watch Scream with me and it just hits me sometimes that this world can do the ugliest things to people, but as long as I still have a friend who will point out dogs on the sidewalks to me then I have something amazing to live for. And as long as I have pals who I want to make peppermint bark for, then I have a reason to keep pushing this world to be better.
there is no ‘right time’ there is just time and what you choose to do with it
girls be like “i literally cant do this anymore im at my limit” [continues to do this]
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quick comic about a conversation my therapist said i should try having when im feeling bad (instead of isolating myself and using unhealthy coping mechanisms)