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TMBGareOK. The Official They Might Be Giants tumblr
Love Begins
Interview Vampire Daily
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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Cookie Run:Kingdom Official!
Mike Driver
Sweet Seals For You, Always
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
The Stonewall Inn
Doug Jones
Keni
macklin celebrini has autism
oozey mess
PR's Tumblrdome
almost home
Color Me Curious
$LAYYYTER
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@ewnojeez
i like to pretend i already died and asked god to send me back to earth so i can swim in lakes again and see mountains and get my heart broken and love my friends and cry so hard in the bathroom and go grocery shopping 1,000 more times. and that i promised i would never forget the miracle of being here
I've been thinking a lot about queerness lately and I keep getting stuck on how deeply I want it to be normal. I want little girls to come home excitedly telling their parents about a pretty new girl in school that they have a crush on. I want young boys to have their first kiss with another boy and be able to tell their friends about it. I want them to be impressed and slap him on the back and say congrats. I want to bring home a woman to my family and have my father give her that whole fake threatening, "you better be good to my daughter" speech before offering her a handshake and a beer. I want people everywhere in the world to be able to hold hands in the street and not even think twice about it, not have to feel afraid, not have to feel like they're making a statement. I want so desperately for the world to catch up with something that so many of us already understand as normal. I don't want to be merely tolerated, and I wish pride wasn't necessary. I wish that having confidence in myself wasn't a revolutionary act.
A girl in line in the cafe im sitting in has nice long hair, cute dress up and pride colored phone case. Should i go talk to her
Last night, I told my mother "I wish I was dead" in a fit of rage and winter clouded her eyes. But it wasn't white and it wasn't quiet, it resembled something like helplessness and rage. She was in pain and I knew I hurt her. I wanted to say something, anything, but how do you withdraw a declaration of war? How do you stop the bombs that already destroyed homelands? In that moment I remembered how she always told me that when she was a kid, she was too afraid to sleep with the lights on. Not because she was afraid of monsters, but because she feared her grandmother would die. Because when you're a kid, not seeing it means it doesn't exist anymore. I saw the winter in her eyes again and I knew I had switched off the light, she wasn't angry, she was afraid.
And I also remembered how she always told me I'd always be 3 years old for her, always a child, and for the first time, I heard in the voice of a three year old "I wish I was dead". My heart broke. And I wanted to hug her and hold her, tell her I was sorry, that I didn't mean it. Before I could move a hand, she left the room. The entire evening, I saw myself as she saw me, a 3 year old child. I saw the child hurt herself and cry herself to sleep every week, fight her friends with her tiny hands and two ponytails, I saw her depression and her anxiety, I saw her yell "I wish I was dead" and I knew. I knew. I wanted to shout through the walls, yell and cry and tell my mother that now I KNEW, but I didn't. I wept and wept until I heard a quiet knock and a soft familiar voice whispered, "Dinner is ready".
-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire
where is my state sanctioned cat. where's one day of the week dedicated to dressing up and going out in the city and doing whatever you want for free . where's the guarantee of a sexy job . is this democracy? i dont want it
filing this year under "filler season" and shoving it in the lowermost drawer
last one for this year . love u and goodbye
hey guys? guys? i think my dad is cool
HES TRYING
remember go nuts show nuts whatever
this wasnt a suggestion im talking abt tumblrs old nsfw policy
THEY KEEP ASKING ME IF I WOULD DIE FOR THEM AND I KEEP ASKING WHY THEY WANT ME DEAD
the feminine urge to have a wife
being popular on tumblr is like sitting at the cool table in the cafeteria of a mental hospital
here is my propaganda anne carson - i kiss kiss kiss kiss kissing him like droplets of luminous want
happy diwali to those who celebrate . may i offer something before it's nov 5 here in india <3 cannot believe it's an international holiday tomorrow. see you in super mega homophobic hell bitch!
I am "literally do no care and do not subscribe to gender as a real concept" with a very small dash of "I let people think I'm a girl because it's easier than explaining I'm not" sprinkled on top.
obsessed with the opposite of the childhood friends trope. what if we were just some guys meeting for the first time with like. no significance
what if we never had that long and complicated history that leads us to continually justify each other’s actions. what if i never had any hand in your sculpting and now i’m left with the final, hardened figure you’ve since become. what if loving myself and loving you were suddenly two different things. there’s no overlap between you and me. then what. then i’d have to know you on purpose
