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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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@marimachadas
Kids these days…they’re all terrified of their past. They’re driven by just this consuming desire to wash away the things they’ve done, wash away the things done to them, erase who they were before.
You can’t. It doesn’t matter…change your name, change your style, change your label, your religion, hell: change your sex, it doesn’t really change anything. There’s no escaping who you used to be. You can’t kill the past. You just learn to live with it
If it helps it helps
I swear to god I will never forget my sister unpacking her stuff from that big black trash bag when she moved in with us. JFC. She never complained or said anything but I remember. I remember clothes and journals and little bits and bobs spilling onto the carpet because she couldn’t really keep it closed. I remember and it wasn’t even my life.
Please donate your luggage to foster kids and any kid you know who may have to leave home but isn’t officially in the system (because they’re out there too). Anything you can do matters.
"Don't take it to Goodwill" is good advice in general, but yeah.
Also you can donate your old cell phones to domestic violence places.
the plague: stay inside
everyone: i must bake Bread, immediately
tshirt that reads "I went to the doctor and all they tested was my patience"
headline from the body politic: a magazine for gay liberation no. 77, october 1981
me normally: yeah i hate my period! like i’m a lesbian lol so useless… and it’s debilitating and painful and just. awful
some misogynist: can terfs stop making period art it’s gross
me: I Love My Period, It Represents The Creative Power Of Women. Period Art Counteracts The Real Oppression Women Face For Menstruation Across The Globe. My Vulva Is Beautiful And My Vagina Is Bloody, A Fact That Should Be Celebrated
lonely lesbian love story
a story of two good friends who appreciate each other platonically, and are wandering home feeling emotionally fulfilled about their conversation over their mutual desires to find girlfriends that are compatible to their different individual needs, rather than just letting themselves fall into a relationship with anyone nearby that is available, regardless of compatibility
you know what? you’re right
Me introducing myself like hi I romanticise everything, overthink way too much, live 85% of my life in my head and still can’t believe I’m a Real Person
Having no sources of intimacy in your daily life and therefore resorting to learning as much as you can as a way to pass the time is such a sad cycle, every single day its like what can I become obsessively interested in this time to vaguely simulate companionship and a temporary sense of purpose that I know will eventually make me feel even more alone because even if I find meaning and enjoyment it is completely irrelevant to and isolated from everyone and everything else
Did anyone else never lose the shadow of that vague, half repentant and sulky child who wasn’t wanted, and knew it, who watched from deep inside the body rather than join in? I think the reason I connect so much with the trend of calling yourself feral is because I was a very lonely child. A feral animal is one that might have been domesticated but wasn’t. Becoming socialised is very hard when you are an outsider among your peers. I think it’s something that stays with you a long time; the child, playing in the muck, reading, watching, but always in solitude. Living a life almost as separate as if there was a difference of country and culture between you and the rest of your age group. I think a lot of people can relate to that.
When I started wearing men’s clothes I went from wearing large shirts to small shirts and wide shoes to regular shoes. My pants size suddenly measured actual inches instead of ambiguous degrees of largeness. When I socially transitioned I went from being seen as a big girl to being seen as a small boy. Doctors stopped talking about my BMI.
I went from being a monster girl taking up too much space to a dainty little prince without the size of my body changing.
!!! I hope you don’t mind me adding onto your post, but I think this is such an important experience to articulate. I arrived at gender transition, in large part, because of the intense societal pressure on women to /not/ be fat, and the transition from L → S sizes for me was huge. suddenly, it was okay to be bigger because I was still ‘small’. i could joke about stuff like not being able to find shirts that fit me, but it was now because they were too big. like you said, realistically, nothing changes about you as an individual, but men are allowed to exist as larger. men can take up space and outgrow tiny proportions, and women can’t. the difference between size S and L in women’s clothing is miniscule, and the different between size S women’s and size S men’s is massive.
women: you are allowed to exist. you are allowed to be whatever size you are. i know it sounds cliche, but you are allowed to not be a number, because the numbers that femininity assigns are inherently flawed, and you are not.
no elderly woman is foolish enough to believe in pansexuality
My spanish grandma in the family group chat announcing she made bread after her second english lesson
some of you never had an intense homoerotic years-long friendship in your early to mid teens that culminated in a dramatic friend breakup and it shows.
Me introducing myself like hi I romanticise everything, overthink way too much, live 85% of my life in my head and still can’t believe I’m a Real Person
tumblr loves to picture women as ethereal perfect beings chilling in sunflower fields, but i can’t help but wonder if this leads to a lot of young wlw having a distorted concept of women as a whole
i know so many girls who have the idea of women so idealized in their heads that they’re almost unable to be with and be intimate with actual women. real women can either never compare to the idea in their heads OR they view most women as being so above them that they’re scared to interact with them
my tip to young homos is to accept that women are just people. They’re not above or below you, and I promise you that real women are so so much better than any ethereal bitch rolling in flowers
Performing femininity because you “want to” or you “like it”? Literally if you- same personality- were born a dude, you’re telling me you’d still shave your legs, wear dresses, and put makeup on your face every morning? Sounds fake but okay
