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unrestrained summer fun

Right before I scrolled down I mumbled “unrestrained summer fun” to myself and then yelled when I saw the caption.

It's nuts how common it is to not allow children to be angry, even (especially) in households where adults are angry all the time. As a child I knew my own anger was unacceptable--not just expressing it outwardly but feeling it at all. So now as an adult my immediate reaction to my own anger is often to feel guilt instead of like. Noticing when someone is being rude or unfair or my boundaries are being violated or whatever. fucked up.

My mom likes to tell me about how when I was a little kid riding public transport with her I'd always smile and giggle and chat with weird old ladies who smelled like cat pee and homeless folks and strangers dressed in bizarre outfits but any time a tidy and respectable businessman in a suit and tie waved at me I'd immediately clam up, and she takes a great deal of pride in my supposed inherentability to clock personalities but the truth is I do vaguely remember those bus rides, and it was never about the clothes or the hair or the smell, but more because everyone "strange" asked interesting questions and listened to what I had to say and seemed to think about what I said while the neat and tidy and rigid folks only ever acted like they were going through the motions, which was boring as hell and also pretty annoying

The thing is nobody at pride is evaluating you to determine if you’re queer enough to be there because they’re too busy thinking “it’s so hot out” and “why is this lemonade 12 dollars?”

i do not “delete sentences” when they start “hindering the plot” i COPY PASTE THEM into a SEPARATE DOC made just for keeping all my USELESS LINES that i will also NEVER USE so therefore i should JUST DELETE THEM but i DONT because id FEEL BAD if i did

You don't actually have to kill your darlings. You can just put them in the oubliette #myoubliette

I'll stop self-diagnosing when my self-diagnoses stop being correct

like obviously it's good to get a doctor to take a look at stuff if you can but I am 4 for fucking 4 on my conditions so far stop trying to act like you have access to mystical arcane knowledge that would fry my mortal brain because you went to psych school

that is not even mentioning how often doctors are stupid and wrong

doctors just google shit as often as us

I had Lyme disease. A mysterious rash (in a skin fold, so it wasn't obvious it was a bullseye), nausea/vomiting, low grade fever, and finally to the point where my joints were so weak I couldn't walk without feeling I was going to collapse like a marionette. I worked at a summer camp and ten (!) other staff members had gotten Lyme that summer, so it was pretty obvious what this was. The doctor refused to listen to me, saying it wasn't Lyme, it couldn't be Lyme. It wasn't until I started throwing an actual fit in the office, saying I wasn't leaving until I had blood drawn. Like, "I'm not leaving this office until you draw my blood and I WILL GET LOUDER AND LOUDER UNTIL YOU DO IT" throwing a fit. Finally she relented. Surprise surprise, I had 16 out of 18 markers for it, and my joints have permanent damage now. I hope an army of ticks descends upon her.

He is absolutely copying you, and cuddling, and doing the slow close of eyes that is a cat kiss! #this is one very happy cat #i hope the two of you have many years of harmony and happiness

Perfect harmony

you have to love trans women more than you hate transmisogyny, you have to love jews more than you hate antisemitism, you have to love Black people more than you hate white supremacy, you have to love Indigenous people more than you hate colonialism, you have to love the disabled and mentally ill more than you hate ableism, you have to love. you have to love.