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A lot of people are against the LGBT+ community.

It sucks. But I digress, I am sharing this for a reason.

Go tell a queer friend that they are valid. Go tell them they are amazing. Go tell them the truth. Because you never know whether they had to experience hate, whether it be to them, someone else, or in general. As much as I say that I’m confident or I don’t care, it can hurt to know people think you’re disgusting - it can make you feel disgusting. And you can, you’re allowed to be sad, but whatever they say is NOT true.

If it doesn’t hurt you or anyone else, then you can do what you like, love who you want, be who you want. Be who you are, do what makes you happy, and don’t change for anyone.

But to anyone who is exposed to that hate, it’s going to happen. Some people hate us. That’s the way it is. We can work towards changing that - look at Pride. It’s a gathering of us, to show we aren’t afraid. And even if we sometimes are, we can’t let that stop us being ourselves. But we are strong. Emotionally strong. We have to deal with hatred just for being ourselves.

When the world seems like it’s on our shoulders and we feel alone, we have the internet. Because no matter who you are, what you do, how you feel, you are NEVER ALONE. The LGBT+ community is always here for you, the allies, anyone. We can be here for each other, no matter what. I wasn’t just sharing this for the negativity to spread, no, I don’t ever want to spread hate - I want to show that even when there’s negativity, there’s always people there for you. People have backwards views, and that’s not okay, but they don’t matter. I can’t remember when or from whom I saw this, but:

The people that matter don’t mind, and the people that mind don’t matter.

Its all going to be okay. We’re here for each other. We’re strong. We can be Proud. We can be ourselves. Unapologetically.

🏳️‍🌈 Because we’re here, we’re queer, and we WONT BACK DOWN. 🏳️‍🌈

smol-bean-meme-machine

Throwback to this rant that I made when I first got Tumblr

smol-bean-meme-machine

I’m leaving Tumblr. Sorry. Have a great online experience. This blog will stay up, but I’m inactive. Thank you, so much, for following. If I end up with a secondary blog, I’ll post it eventually. 😘

#im just gonna tag everything #meme #good omens #politics #crowley #david tennant #aziraphale #michael sheen #info #funny #queer

vanwizard

someone: hey how are u?

me, in the same exact tone and rythmn as the penguins of madagascar: tired and gay, boys. tired and gay

#meme #queer

plutoroyal-blog

OK GUYS THIS IS A FUCKING PSA

if you google search ‘spooky scary skeletons’ do NOT click on this

its a fucking screamer, ok

at about 10 seconds in it comes up with fucking jeff the killers face and a loud screaming

i can promise its fucking loud

just pls

dont go on it

suzuyabae-deactivated20150603

Hey so screamers don’t screw with me so I went ahead and checked and this is for real, do not go on this one!!!

thefingerfuckingfemalefury

Reblogging to warn people <3

UGH…screamers are the worst :(

phoenyxoftheashes

Screamers don’t bother me, but boosting for those who are affected by them

#info #tw

exigencelost

The problem with having lesbian moms is you try to be super cool and cut all your hair off and buy a leather jacket and wear boots all the time and then you go to some event in your neighborhood and all these women three times your age start cooing “oh you look JUST like your mother when she was your age, my gosh what a blast from the past, oh I just love your hair”

exigencelost

And let me be very clear, okay: I’ve seen pictures of my mom when she was my age, and she looked cooler than I ever will. My mom had exactly my fashion sense except she was two point five degrees butcher and habitually took over government buildings. My other mom was about six degrees butcher than that, and SHE had a motorcycle. Both of them have been charged with felony arson. I’m the prep member of my family and there’s nothing I can do about it.

redstitcher

Please tell me at some point in your life some dick was like “we’re calling your parents over your behavior” only to have a bigger, more badass version of you come strolling in

exigencelost

Look obviously that happened many many times, usually with misogynist or ableist teachers. But I have a BETTER story than that, which is that when I was in 3rd grade, I went to this tiny alternative hippy school—it was a regular public school, it was just small and staffed/run by hippie communists—and my 3rd grade teacher was a woman who had been in an organization with my mother, and they had done direct action together more than a few times. We’ll call her D. One day I was sitting in D’s class, eight years old and bored out of my mind, and I scratched my name into the back of my plastic chair with a rock. Was this reasonable behavior? No. Why did I do it? Only the gods can say. I don’t actually remember doing the scratching, I just remember looking at the rock in my hand and my name on the chair and going, “HUH. That’s not good.” So obviously I got caught, bc I couldn’t reasonably convince anyone that I wasn’t the one who had done it, since it was MY NAME, and as punishment for this act of arbitrary vandalism I was sentenced to recess detention for two weeks. It was October so this included Halloween. Halloween, to be clear, is a high holy day in San Francisco, and I was devastated to miss the informal festivities that would be occurring at recess that day, and I wept and wailed about this at home for some time until my mother decided that this was disproportionate punishment and took it into her own hands to do something about it. So my mom walks into D’s office on a day when my mother does not have to be at work at a scheduled time, but D has to get her students from the yard in about ten minutes, and my mom sits down and says to her old friend and comrade, “Miranda is really upset about having detention on Halloween.” And D explains to my mother why the detention was issued, what the circumstances were, and my mother nods, and listens, and doesn’t argue, and doesn’t show any sign of getting up from her chair. And just says again “She’s really upset about having detention on Halloween.” And D looks at my mother, and she looks at the clock in her office, which is telling her that she has to be on the yard in 2 minutes now, and then looks at my mother again, who shows no sign of having anywhere to be, my mother with whom D has organized and successfully executed multiple sit-ins and takeovers of government & corporate offices, and D says, “Okay, she doesn’t have to have detention on Halloween.”

local-weirdo

Tell your moms that we love them.

exigencelost

You can express your love by donating to their organization, Prison Radio, which works relentlessly on a shoestring budget to amplify the voices of incarcerated people in the United States!

https://donate.prisonradio.org

#queer #funny

aranea-serket

If you notice me reblogging

a repost

stolen art

false information

etc.

please let me know, you’re not rude or annoying and I actually do give a fuck and I will correct my mistake, thank you

askullandbones

I’m gonna reblog this here because I reblog a lot of art and sometimes I hesitate because I’m not sure if it’s a repost. But if you guys see me reblogging something that was reposted instead of the actual source, PLEASE LET ME KNOW so I can take it down.

fishiest-fish

This also applies if you see me reblog something from

A homophobe

A terf

A genuinely terrible person

I love being told that! I will gladly delete that reblog

fishiest-fish

Also!!!!

Any kind of lgbtphobe

Anyone who doesn’t like ace/aro people are lgbt

done-with-ur-ineffable-bullshit

#meme #good omens #autism

averagefairy

working full time is terrible why do we just accept that having 8 days off a month is normal and okay........ being alive could be cool but we waste it at our JOBS.... sorry i’m just heated about capitalism again i’ll be fine

fbdbsgdg

8 days....never thought about it like that 😓

revere-irreverence

This seems really whiny to me. Like, I agree with you, work sucks, but our ancestors didn’t get to browse tumblr at their desks or have the option to gleefully spend their ENTIRE WEEKENDS horizontal on the couch stuffing their faces/watching tv/playing video games/wacking off. They didn’t have weekends. They just slaved away as fucking peasants from dawn to dusk until they died in childbirth or got the consumption.

I am perfectly happy working 8 hrs a day because I don’t have to:

grow my own food

find my own clean water

heat my house

shit in the woods

nubiana-americana-deactivated20

aggressivelycalm

Hi, I study social and cultural anthropology. Humans working 40+ hours a week is 100% an industrial revolution thing and was not normal in the early stages of our existence. In fact, hunter and gatherer societies that still exist to this day spend about 15-20 hours a week TOPS working. The rest is dedicated to sitting around and telling stories and jokes, dancing, singing, eating, sleeping, fucking and so forth. Read a damn book.

ekelarsons

Medieval peasants lived grueling, terrible lives. But their vacation days beat out the policies now common even in progressive societies.

#politics #info #capitalism

memories

Do not blame me for who I am. The doctor prescribed me 20 mL of #lgbt twice a day.

#memories #queer

memories

Pour one out for #david tennant.

#memories #david tennant

memories

The day I started posting about #alec hardy was the best day of my life.

#memories #alec hardy

memories

You ever just... yell about #queer??

#memories #queer

robotclownery

"If you could press a button that would give you a great deal of money but it would cause someone you don't know in a distant part of the world to die, then you would have a good model for how our current economy works" is easily one of the best cecil night vale quotes and it's said before the episode even starts

#politics #funny #night vale

spirituallyminded-deactivated20

It occurred to Pooh and Piglet that they hadn’t heard from Eeyore for several days, so they put on their hats and coats and trotted across the Hundred Acre Wood to Eeyore’s stick house. Inside the house was Eeyore.

“Hello Eeyore,” said Pooh.

“Hello Pooh. Hello Piglet,” said Eeyore, in a Glum Sounding Voice.

“We just thought we’d check in on you,” said Piglet, “because we hadn’t heard from you, and so we wanted to know if you were okay.”

Eeyore was silent for a moment. “Am I okay?” he asked, eventually. “Well, I don’t know, to be honest. Are any of us really okay? That’s what I ask myself. All I can tell you, Pooh and Piglet, is that right now I feel really rather Sad, and Alone, and Not Much Fun To Be Around At All. Which is why I haven’t bothered you. Because you wouldn’t want to waste your time hanging out with someone who is Sad, and Alone, and Not Much Fun To Be Around At All, would you now.”

Pooh looked and Piglet, and Piglet looked at Pooh, and they both sat down, one on either side of Eeyore in his stick house.

Eeyore looked at them in surprise. “What are you doing?”

“We’re sitting here with you,” said Pooh, “because we are your friends. And true friends don’t care if someone is feeling Sad, or Alone, or Not Much Fun To Be Around At All. True friends are there for you anyway. And so here we are.”

“Oh,” said Eeyore. “Oh.” And the three of them sat there in silence, and while Pooh and Piglet said nothing at all; somehow, almost imperceptibly, Eeyore started to feel a very tiny little bit better.

Because Pooh and Piglet were There. No more; no less.

~ Kathryn Wallace