By Zara Louise Davis

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One Nice Bug Per Day
Claire Keane
cherry valley forever
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if i look back, i am lost
Today's Document
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
sheepfilms
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almost home

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will byers stan first human second

@theartofmadeline

pixel skylines
NASA
Monterey Bay Aquarium
styofa doing anything
Not today Justin
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@wheresmyband
By Zara Louise Davis
i want:
a new tattoo.
to be kissed.
to not be nervous about my future.
I don't have a problem with being non-binary. I don't necessarily have a problem with the way I look, whether I feel feminine or masculine and whether this shows in my appearance. I have no problem with my identity.
I have a problem with what society expects of me. I have a problem with a society that excludes me on a daily basis, and when it 'tries' to include me it still tries to push me into a box I don't beling in. I have a problem with the way society expects me to look. I have a problem with wanting to be a part of society nonetheless, that I try to fit into the box it has designated for me, but I don't fit. I never will. All this does, however, is make me feel uncomfortable at 'not being androgynous enough'. At being called a gender that I'm not, at being unable at being accepted into society as easily as 'men and women' are. At having people refuse to call me by my pronouns. I don't have a problem with being non-binary. I have a problem with not being allowed to be non-binary.
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I have tried storing my sadness in different places. when my father got upset my mother would clean. wipe down the bench. do the dishes. my father never seemed sad. only angry. but my mother still cleaned up after him. stored his sadness in the kitchen cupboards or under the bed. I eat breakfast and my mother cries while she vacuums up parts of my father. He is hungry. He is hungry and I am trying to find a place big enough to store my childhood trauma and the cupboards are full. the cupboards are full.
— Hannah Green, from “Parts of me never left that house.” ©
Fishy friend
plant haven home by @my_tiny_jungalow
hype
MCU + Playlist Edits
why is being alive so expensive. i’m not even having a good time
sometimes u just have to say ‘tragic’ and move on