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so I somehow found the login for this account again after being inactive for like... ever, but I already made a new account and well, if y’all wanna go follow me over at @lillyofthewoods that’d be cool because I actually post there lol
ok that’s enough tumblring for tonight folks, see y’all again sometime <3
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Polyamory is safe for work. Polyamory is safe for kids. Polyamory is safe for day time tv. Polyamory isn’t more sexual than any other relationship and it can be just as romantic, sweet, and healthy.
every year after you turn 17 you get further away from being the age of the dancing queen and that’s my least favorite thing about growing up
exCUSE ME. DOES THIS LOOK LIKE THE FACE OF A WOMAN WHO’S CONCERNED ABOUT BEING TOO OLD TO BE THE DANCING QUEEN??
Fuck your age, put on your high heeled boots and a pair of overalls and do Meryl Streep proud.
You are the dancing queen.
Hot take: Seventeen is the age at which you get crowned the Dancing Queen.
Being older than that isn’t years away from being the Dancing Queen, it’s how many years your reign has lasted.
i remember being taught by my butch lesbian neighbor how to figure out if a button-down shirt fits properly, and her femme wife teaching me how to tie a tie. it was in my dining room that we used as a makeshift nursery for my sister. the walls were blood red, and the floors and ceiling were dark. the whole world felt like it was suffocating you in that room, much like life felt for me at the time. i was fifteen years old, and it had been seven months since my mother had last spoken to me. my father was drinking. i was failing my classes partially because my brain couldnt stop projecting old home movies onto the backs of my eyelids and i couldnt stay present and partially to see if anyone would notice. no one did. no one but my neighbors.
they invited us over for dinner. the butch always greeted us while the femme finished dinner and we took off our shoes and one would take our coats and the butch would clap her hand on my shoulder, and the femme would touch my elbow gently while she took out my chair. they fed us, we played board games, they talked openly about being gay. they held hands across the dining table, and twirled their wedding rings, neither seeming to notice they were doing it. watching them methodically work, hosting this beautiful dinner, moving together like two pieces of an intricate puzzle, like weaving together yarn and hemp, like gears, like one soul split evenly between two bodies–
i had never seen love like that. i had never met women like them. women who wore athletic sandals in november. women who wore sundresses with denim and cowboy boots and called her wife “sonnyboy,” whose wife was always quite put together, button-down buttoned to the top, tie straight (with the constant help of her wife), hair short & cropped to the scalp all the way round. women who both did the dishes.
i didn’t know love like that was an option. i had only been shown angry, volatile love. i didn’t know i could be a woman like that. or rather, i didn’t know i could be loved as that kind of a woman. i had been taught that women like that are lonely. they’re ugly. but i watched her. her crisp leather jacket, her darkwash, baggy jeans on summer days that she folded once over her brown boots with the yellow shoelaces. she wasn’t ugly. i watched her, and i bought brown boots.
i’m crying in the club rn
that’s beautiful.
some info on bees and wasps
I CAN PET BUMBLEBEES?!
DUDE!! I know what will I do next time I see one
You can also pet honeybees if you’re very gentle and don’t disturb them! Although I wouldn’t recommend trying unless you’re really confident.
Yup, I already tried it!! fortunately, I lost my fear for bees and wasps, so I am pretty confident with them : )
reblog to add +10 haunting power to your ghost when you die
i aint risking being a weak ass ghost
Reblog for a +2 to visibility to cats when nothing else can see you
me: dress how you want!! gender is fake!!! nothing matters!!!!!!
trans person: i like gender tho
me: hell yeah i respect that!!!! i apologize and don’t mean to dismiss your identity with my optimistic nihilism!!!!!!!
Good post OP
Denounce gender roles but respect gender identity.
Denounce gender roles but respect gender identity.
It’s 2019 normalize telling people you love them outside of romantic relationships
she snooze
I raise you a sleepy boi
thank you so much….
I also have a sleepy boi
BLESSED
I too have a sleepy boy
me too!!
;____;
My sleepy girl!
look at her go…
i also have a soft, sleepy boy
c o z y
I have a soft baby boi
we’ve almost collected the entire family c’:
cold girl here!
SLEEPY FAMILY COMPLETE!!!!
For anyone who’s ever wondered who they’d be in a 19th century novel, the wait is over: I put together a 19th Century Character Trope Generator!
If you’d like to reblog, put your character in the tags because I’m curious.
Brooding bachelor with a dark secret
Charming Suitor Recently Returned from Abroad
Humble Lady who is the subject of Occasional Scandal
So I stopped playing Pokemon around gen 2, many years ago, but I remembered you all making fun of that Alolan Meowth and Egguctor, yet NOT A SINGLE ONE OF YOU made any comments about the fucking Alolan Dugtrio, which I have just discovered.
What the fuck is this?! This is the funniest thing I’ve seen in my life, I can’t believe you all sat on this without making it a thing!
we were all too afraid of the raw power that would be unleashed by memeing this monstrosity
it’s hard for me to express how heartbreaking it is to see gay people, especially–but not exclusively–gay women, buying into this idea that the closet is an idyllic place to grow up as a trans woman. that we’re socialized–without complications–in the way that men are socialized, that we reap every benefit cisgender boys, teenagers, or men reap because of their gender.
like. gay women, do you remember growing up being told you were meant to find a husband, carry the children you have with him, support them and him first, maybe to the point of effacing yourself? and gay men, do you remember growing up being told you were meant to find a wife, get a good job, father children, and carry on the family name and everything that goes with it?
do you remember realizing that you could never be this? and that, at the end of the day, the thought of being it repulsed you? that you were fundamentally different–flawed, even–fundamentally wrong and that everything you needed in your life was immoral and unnatural, or at least a disappointment? do you remember that choice you made? between rejecting everything you’d been told was in your future trying to make something of that pain–and sacrificing a fundamental part of yourself trying to be something you weren’t?
do you think straight people go through that? do you think that, being told all the same things, they know what it’s like to feel that panic and alienation?
i don’t understand why they can’t see that our closets are like this too. that we didn’t grow up internalizing everything society prescribes for a man or woman–that we grew up full of dread, and horror, and constant questioning of what was wrong with us and how we could possibly exist in the world. that, even if we tried to fulfill those prescriptions, we did so at the cost of our bodies and personhoods. that, as women, we were reckoning with the confines and disenfranchisement of womanhood on top of this.
that denial of empathy and willful blindness is so painful, especially coming from people who share so much of our childhood traumas. like, that people are so inclined to see us as Other that they’ll look straight past their own experiences is so impossibly heartbreaking and demoralizing.
DOLCE & GABBANA at Milan Fashion Week Fall 2019
WHOA, ALREADY?
THIS REALLY
CREPED
UP ON ME
