"how can you kiss someone for twenty minutes" "calling someone my love is cringe" "always make sure you're less attached than the other person" have you guys ever tried love and sincerity

I have to buy new thigh high socks for spring. Another $30 to burn :/

well well well if it isnt the concequences (can't wear over the ear headphones) of my own actions (getting cool new ear piercing)

sure, this little pigeon-poop looking metallic bastard saves my life by making me non-suicidal

but is it really worth the non-horniness 😔

Something I've been really thinking a lot about recently is like. How much difference in my quality of life as a mentally ill person is directly influenced by the choice to hope, to try, to assume good intent. In order to have a life worth living I have to believe it's possible.

Before anyone says anything about my mental illness being not as severe and therefore negating my position, let me put this into perspective. I am schizoaffective, meaning essentially both schizophrenic and bipolar (or major depression for some people). I also have ocd, several specific learning disorders, combined type adhd, and autism (plus some misc other less relevant mental health diagnoses). I've been hospitalized for a suicide attempt, homeless, disowned, abused, impoverished. I know what it's like to suffer, to struggle,to be stigmatized, to want to die. I'm trans, intersex, and queer. My life, and quality of life, continue to be under threat by the powers that be and from members of my own community. In many ways, many life is and has been hard.

But I have a life now that I enjoy and want to keep. I live in shared reality most of the time. My compulsions are under control, my disabilities accommodated, and my mood has been more or less euthymic for the last 4 ish years. The single most powerful driving force in my continual recovery has been the work that myself, my friends, cousins, doctors, case managers, even strangers have put into supporting me. I couldn't do it alone, but neither could anyone or everyone else do it without my willingness to try. I can't overstate how important other people were in helping me get to where I am today. But right now, for this post, I want to talk about the choice that I made to help myself.

I put in effort. I chose to live in shared reality, and worked hard every minute of every day (and still do!) To keep myself from going down the rabbit hole of psychosis. I chose to live, at first out of guilt, then spite, and now joy. I chose to pursue treatment, and chose to show a vulnerable side of myself to strangers in order to ask for help. I chose to make friends. Chose to support those friends and chose to let them support me. I chose to transition and to seek happiness and security in who I am. I chose to show strangers kindness despite my instinctive mistrust, and chose to challenge myself to learn and grow as a person, ally, and friend.

My message to you, the downtrodden, the ill, the underprivileged, the heartbroken, the disabled, queer, stigmatized, dehumanized, profiled, abused, and othered, is simple yet difficult: chose love. For yourself, for life, for others, for passions, for the world. You matter. Everything and everyone matters. Choose to help and be helped. Choose to care. Choose to grow. Life isn't easy but it's worth living. You deserve a good life and you need to believe it.

I'm not saying that it's your fault you're suffering or that you're bad if you can't do something. But you have a choice. You always have a choice.

Choose to care.

Things no one told  you about buying a darning egg instead of awkwardly stretching socks over old plastic disposable waterbottles: you WILL darn your socks and you might even darn your socks until 2 am and your darned socks will be fabulous

If he aims correctly then your eyes will be fine but rapid cumshot can never be fully controlled and that's the beauty of it

The pain afterwards is not!

if you never have before, think about your body just as a human body and not as a gendered body for a minute. just try for me. you might be surprised. or you might not. but at least you'll be intentional afterwards. it's worth the exploration if you ask me. just for a minute

EXACTLY!!! @ the tags on your last post! amelia haters love to be like “i dont know why everyone treats her like a celebrity” when they are the ones who know more about her, her family, job, friends, and where to find every photo of her than any “fan” does. like niall just did his dream performance and you’re wondering where his girlfriend is? oh but you’re not obsessed with her… ok

lmfao literally that is their favorite argument. at the end of the day, like her or not, you have no say in their relationship.

and this is honestly something i’ve been working on for like a year and a half almost: if you don’t like someone or something, don’t pay attention to them!! you can get yourself out of that cycle i am doing it rn!! and it is great!!

🌸 Play Love, Me, a very short interactive fiction about two girls, Sakura and Naomi, in secondary school. Comes with three endings! 🌸 Happy 11.11, and happy reading! 🌸 Link: 🌸 https://biscuitcrow.wixsite.com/love-me ❤️ Note: Do not try to play this on mobile, it is completely non-functional. Please open the link on a desktop browser! ❤️

Spent the last 30 min trying to get the quality right for my pfp but tumblr doesn’t like me enough /j

„The People are going to love this!“ I say about a chapter 3 - 5 people will scream at me about in several months time.

If you have not already seen this film/documentary, please watch it. It is one of the best films I’ve ever watched in my life. If you can spare 90 minutes if your life to watch it, I highly implore you to do so.

You will have no regrets.

Every day I wake up, tell myself I will be normal about The Queen’s Thief, and then proceed to not be normal about The Queen’s Thief.

Oh…. Well, it’s over for Crunchyroll I guess