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Your move, Hollywood.

Pished as a fart.

I feel like your mum having cancer is a good reason to get drunk. But I’m not someone who uses alcohol as a coping mechanism normally. I feel like it might be okay though because I’ve only drank on two occasions since I found out nearly 3 weeks ago so I feel like that’s okay. It’s not a sign that I’m not coping.

This is the toughest thing I've ever had to go through and it's not even happening to me.

stuffed animal: *has fur covering its eyes*

me: *gently fixes it*

me: you can See

lcvelution

hey lesbians you’re not a fake lesbian if you find some men to be conventionally attractive. you were most likely raised to know what an ‘attractive’ man looks like, and you probably still recognize it. seeing a man as attractive under societies rules of ‘attractive-ness’ doesn’t make you a fake lesbian.

lcvelution

like seriously i’d appreciate it if people reblogged this more because a lot of young lesbians (including me) struggle with compulsive heterosexuality and being told they’re not real lesbians because “they’re attracted to a man!!!!”

you can find someone aesthetically pleasing without being sexually or romantically attracted to them

and also this applies to trans lesbians so terfs don’t reblog this ever

#wish I'd known this as a teen #I wouldn't have stayed in the closet for so long

catsbeaversandducks

Woodhouse And Raven, Best Friends For Life

Raven was in no hurry to pick out a new best friend at the shelter. After all, this was a lifetime commitment. Raven was still a puppy. And last August, she was choosing a kitten at the animal shelter in Lubbock, Texas — a kitten she could grow old with. So one by one, four kittens were brought before Raven. Some didn’t show much interest. Others just weren’t into Raven’s gentle nuzzling. Except that one kitten. A formidable feline named Woodhouse. Woodhouse would be The One.

Photos by Raven and Woodhouse Read their beautiful story on Love Meow

#pure #there is some good in the world

The ignorance that people have about chronic and invisible illnesses makes me so angry sometimes. I know that most people mean well and that they're just misinformed, but it's not that hard to understand that chronic illnesses are not the same as having a bad cold. Or that fatigue is not like feeling sleepy. It's not going to get better. I won't be cured. And taking a fucking berocca isn't going to fix me.

#so much rage today

The worst thing about panic attacks is when you know it's a panic attack but there's still a part of you that's like "what if it's not and you're actually dying right now".

#tw: panic attack

I'd really love it if one day I wasn't plagued by anxiety. That would be nice. I literally worry about my anxiety, which is ridiculous. I worry about the effect it has on my heart (it's always so fast) and worrying only makes all of the risks of anxiety even worse. I just worry myself in to a spiral that I can't get out of. I hate ranty posts but I'm just so sick of it and sometimes I just feel like screaming in to the void of tumblr.