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Mature conversations mixed with a little flirt and little jokes >>>>>>>
“Do it scared” “do it alone” are all great tips, but my biggest takeaway from therapy is do it messy. This is especially true if you’re getting out of a burnout, which I experience often. Literally just do it messy. You don’t need to pick the perfect trail to walk, the perfect playlist to listen to, whatever the fuck it is. You don’t need to have a meticulous to do list and wake up at the exact time you planned and drink the exact amount of water you planned to drink. Like the biggest thing for people like me to remember is sometimes it’s okay to do it messy. Put on a random yt workout and just get it done in sweats. Do 5 minutes of a daunting task and go from there. Sometimes just getting up is a win during intense burnouts or depressive funks. Literally just do it messy.
Queerness is a journey
Your identity isn't always a fixed thing, and even when it is it can take so long to figure it out.
Even when you realize your queer, it can take so long to narrow the specifics.
And I don't think you have to, but I know how frustrating it can be when you're blindly guessing but just know you aren't right.
And it's especially hard when you're blinding yourself. When you are subconsciously (or even consciously) stopping yourself from seeing the whole picture because you aren't yet ready to face what it means.
I spent years telling myself I'm bisexual because I wasn't ready to let go of the idea that I could be with a man and live the life my culture wanted of me.
Many of my friends spent years telling themselves they're lesbians because they didn't want to "disappointed the community" or to be something so many say isn't real.
Identity is hard to narrow down, and even harder when there's social stigmas and standers around them. Don't feel bad if you haven't gotten it right yet. Don't feel bad if you figured it out later in life.
It's your journey, and even if you didn't "get it right" yet, you're still a member of this community. You aren't fake or a liar or whatever other intrusive thought comes to your head.
You're valid 🩷
why isn’t anyone allowed to be wrong anymore? it’s okay to be wrong. being wrong, and realizing you were wrong, is how you learn and grow.
Boobs are so soft and warm. I feel like that’s where love is stored. In the titty
if we’re mutuals, and I don’t care whether we’ve been mutuals for twelve (12) minutes or three (3) years, you can send me a message any time about any thing. family life is shit? bitch, tell me about it and even if I can’t help, I can listen. struggling with mental illness and feel like you can’t talk to anyone? talk to me. literally. you always can. saw a cute cat? SEND THAT BITCH MY WAY
i gotta remember this
My tumblr notes when mutuales clock in to like my posts
*forgets to message back* *forgets to check notifications* *forgets to look through bookmarks* *forgets to check reminders* *forgets to check out [insert content] that i said i would* *forgets to take my phone off do not disturb* *forgets to
our legs should be interlocking under the covers rn
i know you said we ride at dawn but i’m not a morning person actually. can we ride after lunch
my thighs are soo grabbable and squishy
have u considered developing an all-consuming crush on me