there’s a lot of unspoken pressure to keep liking the things you used to like and to keep dressing the way you’ve always dressed and to never question what you believe in and basically “be yourself” has slowly morphed into “be what everyone knows you as” but trust me when i say if you just give it up and simply make decisions and take actions based purely on what would make you happy, you’ll gain a very comforting sense of self peace
Cosima is the hottest clone and I think that’s a lesson for us all that fucktons of eyeliner and a pair of glasses is the way to go
IT’S JUST RECIPES FOR BIG CANDY.
ARE YOU SEEING THIS?
HOLY MOTHER OF FUCK LOOK AT THIS BEAUTIFUL CREATION OF MANKIND
THIS IS A ROLO THE SIZE OF A FUCKING BIRTHDAY CAKE AND IF THAT’S NOT THE TIGHTEST SHIT EVER THEN GET THE HELL OUT OF MY FACE
PIMP THAT SNACK
JUST FUCKING DO IT.
I wonder if they have something for Oreos.
I want young adult novels with asexual protagonists
I want stories for teenagers that don’t treat sexual attraction and desire as universal constants, or as necessary signs of growing up
I want stories that show teenagers that sometimes coming to terms with your…
In all the aeons we have lost nothing, we have gained nothing - not a speck, not a grain, not a breath. The universe is simply a sealed, twisting kaleidoscope that has reordered itself a trillion trillion trillion times over.
Each baby, then, is a unique collision - a cocktail, a remix - of all that has come before: made from molecules of Napoleon and stardust and comets and whale tooth; colloidal mercury and Cleopatra’s breath: and with the same darkness that is between the stars between, and inside, our own atoms.
When you know this, you suddenly see the crowded top deck of the bus, in the rain, as a miracle: this collection of people is by way of a starburst constellation. Families are bright, irregular-shaped nebulae. Finding a person you love is like galaxies colliding. We are all peculiar, unrepeatable, perambulating micro-universes - we have never been before and we will never be again. Oh God, the sheer exuberant, unlikely face of our existences. The honour of being alive. They will never be able to make you again. Don’t you dare waste a second of it thinking something better will happen when it ends. Don’t you dare"
what ppl don’t seem 2 get is if a trans woman ever experience “male privilege” with it she experienced the crushing soul numbingly strangling dysphoric feeling that someone believes her to be a man because of reasons she’s unable to control, and with it experiences anti female opression and anti trans oppression so basically leave trans women alone they don’t need more shit???????