The For You tab on here showing the likes or queues posts of your favorite blogs is fun sometimes, but it is not tonight. Mine is absolutely flooded with self harm and suicidal posts and not only am I worried about my friends but this is simply not the time for me either

"SURVIVING"

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DICKED DOWN IN DALLAS

I should keep track of my mental state through the unexpected songs I’ve cried to.

The current shoutout goes to Ridin’ Solo by Jason Derulo

The fact that women’s tummies are so demonized… like, including flat stomachs that have a slight paunch from a woman’s organs… is so incredibly fucked up. Like, apart from it being just normal part of a body, I truly cannot imagine being attracted to women and NOT being filled with indescribable and uncontrollable lust when seeing a woman’s tummy. I’m always like, holy shit, please let me touch.

JOB SECURED!! THANK YOU EMPLOYMENT KITTY 🙏

Interviewing for an HR job tomorrow 🤞

I’m connecting dots

Mary Oliver, from Long Life: Essays And Other Writings originally published in 2004

"we need weirder queers" you guys couldnt even handle asexual people in 2016 (and probably still cant handle them)

Don Bluth’s Thumbelina and Prince Cornelius are butch/femme to me.

Am I about to start bawling in a car full of strangers? Stay tuned

🥺

watch this. this is literally what love is.

Carl Schlüter, Fraulein Bierling (1883)

Displayed at Albertinum, Dresden

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“Touch me, remind me who I am.”

— Stanley Kunitz, from Touch Me  (via ohdreaming)