WE ONLY HAVE WHAT WE REMEMBER.

Hiya, the name's Carlanna. 31. Queer. Canadian. Nap connoisseur. Pun enthusiast.. History nerd. If you like pop-punk, I'll probably like you.

[somewordsarebiggerthanothers]

[sophisticated-dorkk]

1) love needs action => not just words

2) trust needs proof => consistency over time not paranoia (no surveillance or tests)

3) sorry needs change => accountability not excuses

[dreamstars]

[al-norton]

You’re getting cynical and that won’t do

[a-study-in-bullshit]

"I love you , I'm glad we're friends"

[coffeeblackandcomfortablynumb]

[matcantsleep]

gentle life

[altivyx]

[boobexplosion]

i dont have to wear a binder. i have a flat chest i can inhale as deeply as i want and i never look like i have breasts. im not aware of my chest when i go down steps, im not aware of my chest when i put in a seatbelt. when someone hugs me it's like a flat board for them. i can wear a towel around my waist around my house and go shirtless to the beach. i was subconsciously avoiding half of my closet for years until one day i realized; i DO love these shirts, and they look *so good* now that i dont have a chest. im not paranoid at my job that my coworkers will find out the truth if i reach too high or tuck in my shirt. i dont stare at my chest every time i put on an outfit any more. i dont catch myself in a mirror at a department store and hunch my back. i stand up tall. i lie shirtless in bed every night and nothing stares back at me.

these are my experiences with top surgery if anyone is debating whether or not they want it. for me, every day i lie shirtless in peace. greatest decision ive ever made

[amagicalmoonlight]

This will be worded so messily and unorganized but asexuality is so weird like, you often end up questioning yourself because you don’t even know what sexual attraction is supposed to be like.

So many people don’t realize their asexuality cause they assume whatever attraction they do have must be the oh so fabled sexual attraction they hear so often about, see the common ace experience of confusing aesthetic or romantic attraction for sexual attraction.

Just the uncertainty of having thoughts like “I found this person pretty, is that sexual attraction? I kinda get nervous when I talk with this one classmate, is that getting ‘butterflies in my stomach’?”

Or there’s the alternative experience of assuming sex and sexual attraction is actually this one huge inside joke everyone’s into but of course nobody actually feels these things, right?

And the proceeding realization of “wait, you’re not joking? None of you are?”

I myself know so little about sexual attraction, it feels so foreign to me, and I’m just left with so many questions, Recently I just learned myself that apparently finding someone attractive and being attracted to them are two different things? What?? How do allo people keep up with all this stuff???

Being ace is weird

Also sorry if I caused confusion with the butterflies thing I forgot I’m also aromantic

[userarmand]

A hundred nights in and you've grown bored. Only with acting.

[ak-nm]

[two-bees-poetry]

twenty years across the sea

[mournfulroses]

Anne Truitt, from a diary entry featured in Daybook: The Journal of an Artist

[velartis]

“what radicalized you” bro EMPATHY

[altivyx]

[bitesizedpoetry]

Sylvia Plath, aged 29, after discovering her husband's affair, in a letter to Ruth Tiffany Barnhouse Beuscher, her former psychiatrist (dated Friday, 20 July 1962)

[shisasan]

April, 1932 The diary of Anaïs Nin [Volume One: 1931-1934]