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mandycore420

how it feels to formulate words and string together sentences

cottaqecore

sara toufali

artbylittlebug

waitingforthesunrise

Just realized that the reason I love making friends on tumblr is because it’s exactly how you make friends on the playground as a six year old. No, I don’t know their name but they love mermaids too and built this awesome sand castle. No, I don’t know their age but their imaginary cheetah is friends with mine. You like this show? You like this character?? You can sing the theme song really loud??? Here is a flower crown. Here is a juice box. You can share my time and I might never see you again but part of you stays in my soul forever. In my mind we’re still on the swing set and the sky is blue and nothing will ever be wrong again.

phleb0tomist

if you need full time care i love you. if you need part time care i love you. if it’s not safe for you to be unsupervised i love you. if it’s not safe for you to cook i love you. if you can’t dress yourself i love you. if you can’t toilet without help i love you. if you have uncontrollable behaviours unless someone is looking after you i love you. if someone else has to maintain your medical devices i love you. if you rely on informal or unpaid care from family or friends i love you. if you rely on formal care from professionals i love you. if you live in a group home, institution, or supported living i love you. if you’re embarrassed to admit you have carers i love you. if you talk about your carers with pride i love you.

if you need care i love you.

veryluckyclovers

this-great-world

A dense forest during a rainstorm

greenteacryptid

This environment is incredibly hostile to a creature such as myself (there are fluorescent lights)

saintgothicsoul

horrortvfilmsource

THE ROCKY HORROR PICTURE SHOW (1975) dir. jim sharman

crimson-femme

Ashtray from Mona’s 440 Club, circa 1940s.

freakedoutdyke

Calling yourself butch is so euphoric because, for a lot of us, you spend your entire formative years being treated as the bottom rung of attractiveness. A waste of womanhood. Maybe even easy to abuse. You learn to be quiet, but at least reliable. You overcompensate. You are the butt of the joke, and you have accepted that.

Then you enter a lesbian space, and for the first time, you are desired. Celebrated. Hell, people even find you sexy. It's such an initial shock but it makes sense of why people feel so attached to being butch.

The label acts as a badge of honor for making it out of the woods