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grieveyou-deactivated20220331

“It looks like Jet-Star and the Kobra Kid had a clap with an Exterminator that went all Costa Rica and uh, got themselves ghosted…”

who wants to watch maybe memories with me on kast, it's my first time watching it and we can just hang out :)

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#the used #my chemical romance #bert mccracken #jepha howard #quinn allman #dan whitesides #jeph howard #please please please please please

januceit

so many times i see trans peoples chosen name stories involve really deep meanings and stuff, and that’s great and all

but. literally i chose elliott because when i heard it in an episode of family guy i was like “oh hey that name sounds dope”

please gamers, share your incredibly lame chosen name stories

#deadname minus 2 letters #so i wouldnt directly be outed

charbutonmain-deactivated202302

cisn’t people pls reblog this with the strangest possible description of your gender in the tags.

xanderwithanx

the archetype of the hanged man tarot card in an aristophanes play

#when a big truck goes in reverse BEEEEEP BEEEEEP BEEEEEP

inthetags

Reblog and put in the tags how you would die if your URL predicted your death

#help

dorianslayyy

More paintings because I just realised I've only posted the TSOA one (ages ago too!)

Anyways, these were my first paintings in this pop art/ tri-chrome style, I hope you like them

Dw, ik the red one isn't brilliant lol. Please don't post elsewhere without permission!

I think one of the saddest things I have ever realized is that the first time I was ever alone with my father, I was twelve. He and I went on a road trip together, and my mother fretted for the entire three weeks. Before I left, she encouraged me to wet the bed at night -- I hated her for this. As a twelve-year-old, it was humiliating. But now I look back on other experiences and I understand. Before I went to any sleepover, she made sure to clear that there were no men in the house. If she had somewhere to be and there was no woman that could stay with me, she would not go. Regardless of whether it was someone she generally trusted (her brother, her father, the man she married), I was not to be left alone with any man.

The most heartbreaking thing is that keeping me away from men was a necessity for her. Not because any of these men had done anything, per se, but because of the experiences she had -- that all women have. My father once fought her about her distrust for men. I remember being relatively little and holding on to the idea of a certain thing she said: “It’s not that I think you will do it. It’s that all men are capable of it. And how do I not worry about that after everything I’ve seen?”