feeling dramatic i love the moon and the magic

the fun thing about having a mental health crashout in your thirties is that sure yeah you're crashing out, but at the same time there's a part of you standing across the room smoking ben affleck style, going yeah yeah you're crashing out. you crashed out before you will crash out again can we wrap this up yet. and the most annoying part about it is that they're right, and that that does Not stop you from crashing out even a little. love and light on planet earth.

you should get a second evening for reading fan fiction. And you should get an extra day in the week to do arts and crafts.

I wish there was a fat emoji. Like a double chin would go triple platinum on my phone

I love unaligned love. I love love and affection between nonbinary people that cannot be put into a box like wlw / mlm or even nblw / nblm. I love nonbinary love that isn't tied to dichotomies or adjacent to binary identities. I love when nonbinary people love each other in a way that just is and isn't defined by anything but their affection for each other and their lack of binary association.

i think fat girls should walk around in crop tops booty shorts buzzcuts dyed hair piercings no bra killing and maiming all who stand in their way with weapons before sitting down for some yummy ice cream and so forth. it's the only way.

I just came from Reddit tab and was feeling very intense until I remembered this was Tumblr. Hell yeah. Pop off, my eminence.

Woman so busy she can't respond texts from phone she looks at 12 hours a day

#in the article it says that the sailboat sailors were concerned because they could not be towed quickly because of the kind of boat#so they asked Götheborg what type of ship they were and warned that they would not be able to go above a certain speed#and götheborg went ' we are also a sailboat. 50 meters length. no worries :) '#and the poor sailboat sailors were just like ' That's not possible. they have to be messing with us' and then the ship Rolled Up (via bunjywunjy)

I took my little brother (autistic, mostly non verbal) out and he was using his voice keyboard to tell me something, and this little boy (maybe 4 or 5?) heard him and asked me "Is he a robot??" I tried to explain to him that no, he isn't a robot, he just communicates differently, but my darling brother was in the background max volume "I am robot I am robot I am robot I am robot"

vaginas and uteruses are not dirty. you dont need a tea to post-period "cleanse" because periods arent fucking toxic. you dont need to shove harsh chemicals up your cooch to "clean" it because vaginas arent toxic. just plain water is an adequate cleaning of your vagina and outer vulva. vaginas are supposed to smell like vaginas. vaginas and the uterus are just as "clean" as every other organ in your body that you never insist on cleansing. can yall stop fucking falling for this god damn propaganda every 3 months, i want to rip my hair out and start screaming in the town square.