Welcome to my world

My name is Sarah and I'm 32. Feel free to wander around, but don't blame me if you get lost. There's a little bit of everything and I'm always open to questions. Good luck.

[ill-be-hereforever]

[eye-know]

[everythingfox]

“Being a kitten is pretty exhausting..”

(via)

[whitepeopletwitter]

[one-time-i-dreamt]

Remember this viral post? Wanda and Jamal and her husband Lonnie are the most wholesome people, this story brought tears to my eyes originally and I am crying once more learning from Jamal's social media that Lonnie has sadly passed away.

Rest in Peace, Lonnie :(

[welove-submit]

[feedyourlocalgoth]

I’ve literally never EVER been gayer

[phantomgames]

Neither has the girl watching

[whitepeopletwitter]

[whitepeopletwitter]

[wilwheaton]

I really hate this song, but … 

[alwaysbewoke]

this is how you nip internalized self hatred in the bud

[sbrown82]

💁🏿👑🙌🏿!!!!!!!

[nyclesbian]

I’m crying

[dylvnthevillain]

I’m crying

[delightfullyoptimisticdelusion]

I fucking love it

[myunrealisticfiction]

^^^ right 😭

[oneisonetoomany-blog-blog]

“If you like someone, wait. Give lots of compliments, even if you’re shy. Everyone else is too. Change. Get a haircut, try new perfume, get new sheets. Become better than you were before. Eat healthier. Learn to cook something fancy. Get up earlier and watch the sun come up. Wear soft clothes, take a bath, drink something warm. Meet someone new, even just a friend. Become closer with your friends and your family. Call your mother. Cry with your best friend. Tell everyone how much you appreciate them. Keep your room clean. Buy some candles. Let the natural light in. Make a list of reasons why you’ll be better off without them. Believe they are true, because they are. Listen to new music. Write everything you’re thinking and feeling. Write letters. Write happy letters, sad letters, and angry letters, even if you’re never going to send them. It’s okay to be sad, but not forever. Sadness is not as beautiful as music makes it seem. Lack of sleep makes your eyes droopy, not deep. Wake up every morning and tell yourself you’re going to have a good day. Go to the library. Don’t forget to look in the music section. Remove them from your life. Get rid of the things they gave you if they make you sad. They’re not worth it. You will never be happy if you continue to hold on to the things that make you sad. Make new memories. Try to find something to appreciate in everything you do or experience. Being alone is okay, you don’t have to surround yourself with people. Become your own best friend. Buy yourself coffee and drink it alone in a cafe. Take your time. Learn to love every bit of yourself.”

— How to feel better and become better by me (via timidgeek)

[rockboci]

ortega can be summed up with this

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[sufjans2]

@racial OMG

[wholesome-suggestion]

do not put ur life on hold because of how u feel about ur body. don’t postpone trips or cute clothes because u want to wait until u are thin. life is happening right now. u r beautiful right now.

[against-stars]

my father said to me once that one of the things he deeply regretted was not putting music on for his father while he was fading away. he told me that grandpa would just sit in his old armchair in the quiet, and not until after he’d passed did my dad think of how he could have played of his favorite classical music tapes for him so grandpa could listen to something while he still could. i was very young when this happened and not much older when my dad told me this, but it always stuck with me as something important.

my mother died at home in a hospice cot, slowly shutting down over the course of about a week. when she had stopped responding, i remembered what dad told me about wishing he’d played music for grandpa, and i put the radio on her favorite country music station and kept it on for her until she died.

daddy died in hospital. no cassette players, no decent radios. the day after he was brought in, i thought again of what he told me, and i bought a little portable bluetooth speaker. even though he never woke up, was never aware, i played music for him too.

there’s no real significance to sharing this, not really. my motivation is selfish, again: i just want to hope that someone might think of this when their loved one is stuck in silence somehow, and maybe they’ll play music for them, and they won’t have to regret not doing so. i want to hope it helps someone. and i want to hope that someone will remember my dad with me, even in just a “story i read on the internet” way.

[eirianerisdar]

Hey, OP, you actually might have done a very significant thing for your parents indeed. Hearing is the last sense to go when someone is passing away. It’s why palliative care doctors tell patients’ relatives to continue speaking even if the patient stops responding. So even if your mother and father could not wake or respond to you or those around you, they perhaps could have heard the music they so loved, and perhaps were comforted. So what you did wasn’t selfish at all, and I’m sorry for jumping on to your post, but it’s likely that playing music for your parents as they passed away did much more for them than you might have known at the time.

[1980vibes]

date someone who will sit down and say “let’s fix this” instead of being a child and ignoring you.

[webelieveinyoukris-blog]

Being gay is natural? Okay.

You have three islands. Divide them into groups of one. The straight island, the gay island, and the lesbian island. The straight island is going to reproduce and keep going strong for millions of generations to come. The gay and lesbian islands will both wipe out in not even one century. This isn’t just about religion or morals, it’s just simple common sense. Being gay is unnatural, and not just because God said so, but because you yourself wouldn’t even be born without a REAL natural man and woman. And no, there is no such thing as a lesbian bone marrow “thing” to have children. That’s a biased fact that came from a lesbian scientist who has false opinions. If it’s not a real penis or vagina, then it’s fucking false and you’re just opinionated by dumb facts. I’m done here. Read over what I said and if you still think that being gay is normal and natural, then I hope you achieve some common sense one day. Bye

[yeinns-blog]

Where is this gay island located.. asking for a friend

[queercakes]

I just have SO MANY questions. Why were we all separated onto different islands? Did the government sanction this? If so, why? Why didn’t we revolt against this tyrannical government? Where are these islands? How were they chosen? Are the continents of the world abandoned? What kind of resources are on each island? Are they the same or different? Does each island have a right to form its own government or does the government that segregated us still rule? If so, what island do they rule from and how do they communicate with the other two islands? If they can communicate with the other two islands, can all three islands communicate with each other? If the straight people keep reproducing, won’t their island become overpopulated and their resources depleted? Islands only have so much space right? Do straight people stop having gay kids? Isn’t it a fact that, to date, straight people are the largest manufacturers of gay kids? If a gay kid is born on straight island, do they get sent to their appropriate island? Wouldn’t that aid in the re-population of gay and lesbian island? What about people who are attracted to more than one gender? Are they just lost at sea, floating aimlessly? Is the ocean full of listless pansexuals, floating nowhere? Or are they trapped in some sort of purgatory because they don’t fit on any one island? Are there trees on lesbian island? Is it conceivable that if there were, a large group of lesbians could build a boat? Have you ever seen lesbians around timber? If they built a boat, could they travel to gay island? How far apart are the islands? If they could travel to gay island, would they be able to collect semen, return to lesbian island, and repopulate the island? Would they be able to send some of those children to gay island? Do trans people exist in this world? If so, wouldn’t they be able to aid in repopulation? If the lesbians decided to declare war on the heterosexuals, would they be able to reach their island? On the way to heterosexual island, could the lesbians pick up the gays and scoop the floating bisexuals from the sea? If so, would they all be able to go and attack heterosexual island together, wiping out its people’s, stealing its children and taking all its resources? Does this fantasy world get you off at night? Please write back soon!

[fieldbears]

Speaking up from the pansexual archipelago: I too have these questions

[nothowtheforceworks]

Checking in from bisexual bay: The boats are nearly complete and are equipped with a special invisibility function. We attack at dawn

[fieldbears]

Fuck the questions, lemme on that boat, I’m coming with you

[aspiring-weird-old-man]

*random ace just floating away into the sky like a balloon*

[jezunya]

I am so here for an asexual sky nation. We live in floating cities and master the wind currents. Newly minted ace youths are sent up to us in baskets suspended under hot air balloons. We breed giant birds to bear us through the skies, or else build ourselves wings and gliders to fly in their midst. The only land we know are the tallest mountain peaks and the world is a bright blue gem spreading out beneath us.

(And we will of course be providing air support for the impending attack on Straight Island)

[thatwriterchickyouknow]

OP’s nasty-ass post got turned into a goddamn sci-fi dystopian adventure and I’m so here for it.

[whalleyrulz]

oh my god Bisexual Buccaneers from Both-Ways Bay is both a porn tile and my new life goals

[space-flannel-deactivated201707]

i’m an asexual homoromantic does this make me our young heroine torn between worlds

[lectorel]

You spend part of your time on lesbian island, learning the stories, and traditions, and part of your time in the vast floating asexual cities, training with your eagle so that you can one day become one of the chosen few: the messengers, who carry letters and passengers between islands, jumping the heterosexual blockades. When you enter this select group, you’re assigned the job of collecting reports from spies pretending to heterosexual on straight island, flying in at the dead of night, risking discovery to collect vital intelligence. You fall in love with a pansexual girl who’s chosen to hide her orientation so she can aid the Resistance. At the climax of the novel, you swoop down from above on your giant eagle to rescue your lady love from a frenzied mob. As straight island burns in the background, you share a chaste kiss and cuddle while discussing the possibility of a mountain-top pansexual outpost.

[lynati]

IT CAME BACK AROUND AND IT GOT BETTER!

[x0utsid3r]

Someone please write this novel now!

[ohsoverywow]

http://io9.com/how-tumblr-users-transformed-a-homophobic-post-into-a-d-1744415742

THIS POST MADE IT TO IO9!

[zennie-fic]

Back around.. Both Ways Bay..

[whiteeyes75-blog]

Umm, quick addition. Due to Pansexuals and Bisexuals being deemed “confused” by this tyrranical government, those who stood steadfast by their identities were placed on a chain of islands that, slowly but surely, were sinking into the sea, and that was all that was deemed as “their place.”

The peoples of these islands were not defeated however, and embraced the water that was slowly devouring their island homes. And just as the Aces had conquered the air. The bisexuals and the pans conquered the seas, raising cities in the trees of the mangrove swamps and calling leviathans, to serve them, from the depths that marched upon their home.

So when the call came for an attack on the “natural” and “correct” humans of hetero island, they harnessed their hippocampus, (a creature of two worlds like the BIs that rode them) saddled their sea dragons, (able to run swim and fly through all lands like the pans they served) and blew the hunting horn for the bull sharks and giant crocodiles to sharpen their teeth and ready for war.

For these people were condemned to be conquered by the sea and the tyrants that cast them out in the first place. But now the sea that threatened them was now their humble servant. And those would not be the only tables that were soon to turn.