Hob Knobin’

reblog and put in the tags a comfort movie of yours that’s not supposed to be comforting

james baldwin was so right when he said you think you’re alone and then you pick up a book and realise someone else has felt the same way as you and managed to find a language for it. the realest shit

Every time I see people misconstruing the definition of punk for meaningless semantic discourse I mentally substitute "punk" for "electro swing"

the fact is as a transmasc person, if you had 100 million years alone with me in a room where only you were allowed to talk, you'd still never convince me that trans women "have it better" or that "more people care about them" than us based on their hypervisibility, or that there isn't enough trans advocacy/resources/aid available for me because "trans women are getting it all," or that trans women are in any way responsible for any of the problems i have because i'm transmasc. the problems i have because i'm transmasc come from transphobia perpetuated by a cisgender majority actively creating and upholding systems of oppression. and in that struggle trans women are my allies whom i love and you simply cannot convince me otherwise.

People talk all the time about autistic people not understanding others but there's also the accursed autistic "saying exactly what you wanna say, straight to the point, very little nuance & then people misinterpret it because they assume there's a hidden nonliteral meaning" phenomenon

check out the mourning doves’ new single “hooOOOO hoo hoo hoo” if you get the chance. sound of the summer.