It means everything
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Not today Justin

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祝日 / Permanent Vacation

Love Begins
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Janaina Medeiros
Stranger Things
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todays bird

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It means everything
(happy 10th bday UNDERTALE!)
everyone was joking about trump dying today and I think that's really horrible and cruel. PLEASE do not joke about trump dying unless it's true and confirmed!!! I got really excited and then when I found out he was still alive i was really disappointed!! like that's so mean to do to people
have you picked up the new copy of MISA omigosh?!?!?!
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SUPER SUPER EXCITED TO POST THIS BC I MADE THIS BACK IN LIKE JANUARY and felt too bad to post it until emotion was watchable in chronological order BUT here is Felix and (almost) every senti in all their glory!! 🦚💖💕💖💕
when youre nonbinary but you use gendered meme phrases anyway
im a complex nonbinary person, i see the phrase “im a simple man,“ i use it
adulthood is like....I’m trying to get back into the concept of having hobbies
My Period Journey
I got my period completely unexpectedly. I hadn’t even been told a thing about it and was absolutely convinced something was wrong with me when I saw blood in my panties. I had to go, crying and scared, to my teacher. I had to sit, embarrassed and bloody, in the office and wait for my stepmom.
I was 9
The blood was thick, heavy, and I felt like I was going to throw up. My stomach rejected food, the part of my body I wasn’t even fully aware of yet was now always sticky and wet and gross and I was told it was completely and totally natural. No one told me it was okay to be afraid. No one prepared me.
“It’ll be over in a few days,” they said.
“It won’t come back until next month,” they said.
I was 10
Sleep started to elude me almost completely, and then I’d get so tired that my father had to literally drag me into a standing position so I’d start to become conscious. My stepmom didn’t explain that if my pad got full I could change it. She yelled at me because pads are expensive. I ruined almost all of my underwear because I didn’t want her to yell at me again. My dad refused to acknowledge it had happened at all. He has four daughters.
I was 11
A sharp pain gripped my side and I could barely breathe. I didn’t feel good. I begged to stay home from school. I was crying and clutching my side. Something wasn’t right.
“It’s normal,” they said.
“Don’t be so dramatic,” they said.
I passed out in science class. Woke up in the doctor’s office because my small town didn’t have a hospital and was told I’d had a ruptured ovarian cyst. I had four more cysts on my left one and at least three on my right. I needed to be on birth control and tested for PCOS.
I didn’t even know what an ovary was.
I was 12
My dad flat out refused to get me birth control. Said I didn’t need it. That there was no reason for a twelve year old to get on the pill. I’d just start having sex and who knows what else and that was that.
He’s a nurse.
I was 13
“What do you mean you’ve gone through the entire box of pads already?” my stepmother demanded, loud, shrieking. “There were 20 pads in there! How many days do you bleed?”
I didn’t know I was supposed to count.
“When does your period start? How many days between stop and start?”
I didn’t know I could count.
I started marking it all on my calendar. Some months there was nothing. Some months over half the days were filled in. I stole an entire box of pads from under the sink to hide in my room for my very own.
I was 14
New year, new calendar. I give my period tracking one to my stepmom and take her through it page by page. My periods last 10 days at the least. There is no consistent day my period begins and I show her.
“You just counted wrong,” she says.
I was 15
My legs swell. My back aches. I’ve got a headache. I puke up my dinner and shit out my breakfast five minutes after I ate it. I’ve bled all over my bed.
“You’re overreacting,” they said
“Don’t be such a baby,” they said
I was 16
I can’t eat for two straight days because if I do I will throw up. I’m not sick. I’m on my period.
It’s normal, I think.
I’m 17
I go through 40 pads this time.
It’s normal, I think.
I’m 18
I gained three pant sizes right before the blood shows up. I lay in bed all day with a heating pad across my shoulder blades, on my lower back, and one across my stomach. It doesn’t really help.
It’s normal, I think.
I’m 19
My own money. No health insurance. I moved away. Saw a doctor. I’m on birth control pills.
I’m 20
The pills have stopped working at easing my blood flow. The doctor tries a new pill. It does nothing. The doctor tries another pill. I can’t afford it. I don’t go to the doctor for four more years.
I’m 24
My girlfriend drags me to the doctor with my state health insurance. She tells the doctor about my symptoms. The doctor’s mouth opens slightly.
“That’s not normal,” she says.
I bleed for 28 days straight.
I’m diagnosed with Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome. The doctor asks if I want an IUD. I’ve never even heard of that.
My insurance pays for it. It’s free.
“Okay,” I say.
“It’s worth a try,” I say.
I haven’t had a period in months.
I am 25
My oncologist examines my medication list. “IUD? Birth control?” he asks. “You’re married. Don’t you want kids?” No. “What about your husband.” Wife. “Oh.”
My GP is out of town. I see a new doctor. We’re discussing surgeries. Is a hysterectomy an option?
“No,” he says. “You might marry a man who wants kids.” I’m married to a woman and I don’t want kids.
My dad is a nurse. He has four daughters.
“You’re married to a woman. Why are you on birth control?”
“Because I need to be,” I say. Finally. I say. “Because I want to be.”
Because it’s my body. Period.
I WANT A HYSTERECTOMY AND I SHOULD BE ALLOWED TO GET ONE WHEN I’M AN ADULT
Plague doctor mask but it’s a worm on a string face.
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I’ll see your “the villain repeatedly kidnapping the princess is actually just extreme sex rolepaying” and raise you “it is, in fact, an RP thing, but there’s nothing sexual about it – the princess is just really into escape rooms, and the ‘villain’ is the only escape room artisan around who’s unethical enough to be willing to build challenges that meet her frankly deranged standards”.
portal
Man, remember when we cared about our themes? I haven’t checked my theme in at least three years. Is the html broken? Has it been ripped to shreds by formatting changes? Boy I sure hope so. I want this shithole to be as inaccessible and ugly as possible
was gonna write "gender is fake there is only anime" but i accidentally hit the laugh emoji background when hitting space and lost it
Atlantis !