Sometimes it's really hard not to resent my husband, so I cry instead.

if i look back, i am lost

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@katily17
Sometimes it's really hard not to resent my husband, so I cry instead.
Friendships
My friend is a conservative...I am liberal. I like her as a person, but I read what she writes and what she says sometimes and it hurts my heart. Sometimes I want to disagree, but at the same time I know it’s futile as I see her shut down other people. We avoid talking about politics and sometimes that’s hard.
At the same time I realize how terrible it is that I simply want a friend who relates to the same principles as if it’s my way or the highway, which isn’t true, but sometimes it can feel like we’re just complete opposites.
I don’t have a lot of close friendships and I appreciate hers, I just wish we could be open about everything.
It’s been a while
Woo...it’s been a while since I’ve been on here.
I’ve been randomly thinking this lately and wanted to write it down somewhere:
I’m a queer person. I identify as pansexual.
I happen to have fallen in love with my best friend in high school and he happens to be male. So yes, I’m living out a hetero-normative life. Which is great...really. Except I don’t feel like I fit that mold, but because I married a man I also don’t feel like I fit in the queer community either.
It’s like a weird limbo that I wish didn’t exist.
I know I should be happy that I don’t have the struggle that so many face to be able to freely love who they wish and I have nothing to actually complain about, but sometimes when people make an assumption about who I am it’s frustrating.
That’s all.
I come up with a bunch of names for my employers Podcasts that are creative and interesting. They've decided to go with The Todd and Amy Show.
Anyone want to listen to me vent avout how insane everyone in my life makes me?
I have a good idea for a story...but anxiety says will it really be good enough or long enough to publish? So it stays in my head.
Fine line
I know I’m walking a fine line when I start thinking about what it would be like to no longer be here and it’s only upsetting because of how it would affect my kids.
Everyday.
This is still probably one of my favorite twitter exchanges ever
From now on, I’m going to respond to all internet provocations with “Send me your address so I can visit you and explain my passions”
Regulus Black did not die so that you could automatically sort every villain into Slytherin
Me: *gets story idea*
Me: This is so obvious and clever it practically writes itself!
*later*
Narrator: It did not write itself.
*adds to the endless list of unforgivable crimes that Trump has committed*
#736 “Making Misha Collins cry.”
This blog doesn’t hate anyone.
This blog loves everyone.
This blog still has hope for the future.
Reblog this if your blog is a safe haven for ALL non-white, disabled, trans, queer, and/or women, and your ask box is open to anyone who needs it tonight, or anytime, for the next few years.
Election 2016
Not many people follow me on here, so I feel okay posting this.
I’m sad. I’m sad for our country.
I’m disappointed. I’m disappointed in my fellow Americans.
It’s not just about Trump. Really, it’s not. I know quite a few people like him, who say things out of ignorance or because they have absolutely no filter. That’s fine. They have some good points too. It’s about the fact that hundreds of thousands of people heard him, watched him, learned about him and said yes, he should represent me, my country and all that we stand for.
This is about people not looking at Mike Pence’s record, or looking at it and thinking it’s okay.
This is about people believing that losing privilege due to equality is wrong.
This is about what I tell my daughters when they’re old enough to understand that people they love, people that they call family voted for a man who repeatedly mocked others for being something he considered less than perfect.
I am not perfect, this country is not perfect, but we must remember that we are all equal and we must all support each other in good times and in bad.
A bunch of people I know have started photography businesses and I feel left out so here’s some pictures I took.