I just want everyone to eat well and get old
every single one of us should have the chance to get old and bald and wrinkly and fat. I mean that sincerely

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I just want everyone to eat well and get old
every single one of us should have the chance to get old and bald and wrinkly and fat. I mean that sincerely
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me: i can't do anything... i don't know what my life is anymore...
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This is one of the most powerful images I have ever seen, and I will reblog it every single time because every single time it brings tears to my eyes.
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One of my favorite things about Terry Pratchett's books is their unique relationship with used bookstores. Particularly because they are difficult to find, for three reasons. The first reason is that they aren't there. Books in used bookstores were once owned by other people, people who decided to let that book go in the hopes that it will find someone new who will love it. It's very difficult to let go of a Terry Pratchett book. The second reason is that, if they make it into a store, they never stay there very long. They're usually purchased less than a few days after their arrival.
The third reason is my favorite: if they made it to the bookstore, and remained unnoticed, it's because the spine is worn. It's been read and loved so much it's almost unrecognizable from the spine. I've never found a used Terry Pratchett book without a cracked spine, and I love it. Cracked spines, stained pages, worn covers, these are the physical signs of love that we leave on our favorite books, and every Terry Pratchett book I've found in a used bookstore has been loved, dearly.
this might be my most popular post, and I'm honored that my most popular post is a Discworld post. I love seeing how many fans there are here on tumblr, especially since I only know a few irl.
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i love being present, i love sinking deeper into the moment, i love eye contact that lingers enough to catch a feeling, i love curiosity, i love consideration, i love fluidity, i love dropping into my body that i witness someone relax into theirs, i love pauses & random silences that absorb a question or a moment, i loveeee feeling their eyes move with my gestures peripherally, i love eagerness and I LOVE
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It is true that if you want to be a girl, you can be one; and if you don't want to be one, you can decide not to be one. And the same is true of boys. But I want to posit something else: that you don't need to buy a whole package deal. You can pick and choose the traits and words you like.
I conceptualise gender and masculinity/femininity not as boxes that one needs to conform to, or labels that one has to choose to adopt or reject, but as toyboxes full of trinkets. I can take whatever trinkets I like. I don't have to take the ones I hate. If I hate all of the toys in a box, I can just close the box. If I like only some of them but hate others, I don't have to bring the whole box with me. I can put them back in the box if I don't want them one day, and I can take them back out if I want them again later. I can play with the toys and paint the toys and mash the toys together and experiment with the toys and break the toys and cherish the toys at my leisure. And I can buy them from elsewhere, or even make my own, if I want more toys but can't find them in the toyboxes provided.
You are under no obligation to follow the rules of gender. You are under no obligation to pick an entire set of traits and stick with it forever. You are under no obligation to avoid things that sound contradictory to others who don't understand what you're doing. You can be a girl who uses he/him pronouns and takes T. You can be a boy all the time except on Tuesday at 5pm when you become a girl for a little while. You can wear a dress with your waistcoat and a big pink bow with your big curly mustache and give yourself it/its pronouns and be a lesbian and a gay man at the same time. You can decide you hate all of this shit and throw it all out the window, and you can be any of these things sometimes and something else later. The list goes on. There is absolutely nothing stopping you. There are no rules. You can be a gender scavenger. Try it out and see how you feel.
truly some people have no genre savviness whatsoever. A girl came back from the dead the other day and fresh out of the grave she laughed and laughed and lay down on the grass nearby to watch the sky, dirt still under her nails. I asked her if she’s sad about anything and she asked me why she should be. I asked her if she’s perhaps worried she’s a shadow of who she used to be and she said that if she is a shadow she is a joyous one, and anyway whoever she was she is her, now, and that’s enough. I inquired about revenge, about unfinished business, about what had filled her with the incessant need to claw her way out from beneath but she just said she’s here to live. I told her about ghosts, about zombies, tried to explain to her how her options lie between horror and tragedy but she just said if those are the stories meant for her then she’ll make another one. I said “isn’t it terribly lonely how in your triumph over death nobody was here to greet you?” and she just looked at me funny and said “what do you mean? The whole world was here, waiting”. Some people, I tell you.
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the worst part about ocd and ocd-like tendencies is that you think hyper-analyzing your thoughts and constantly psychoanalyzing yourself will fix you but that's actually part of the disorder. it's the disorder. disordering.
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