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hey reblog if you’re blog is a trans safe space i need to see some good today

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Elle! <3 I’ve missed you & your writing.

reblog if you want your followers to tell you one thing they secretly think about you.

Reblog to literally save a life

Confess something you've thought about me on anon

@heydahlface

You have a reputation for being horribly indecisive. In truth, you’ve been cursed with the ability to see every possible negative outcome of every choice you make, no matter how minor.

Oh boy let me tell you a thing about anxiety

Who am I to you? Anonymously leave a fruit or two in my inbox.

Apple: I haven’t really taken notice of you so far. Honeydew: You fascinate me. Banana: You annoy me. Mullberry: Mostly I tolerate you on my dash. Cherry: You make me uncomfortable. Orange: I love your blog, but I’m not very interested in you personally. Grapefruit: I don’t care so much for your blog, but I’m rather interested in you as a person. Kiwi: Love your blog, equally interested in you as a person. Pineapple: I think about you even when I’m not on tumblr. Rasberry: I’m not even aware I’m re-blogging from you when I do. Strawberry: I wasn’t even aware I was following you. How did that happen? Mango: I wouldn’t mind talking to you if you ever messaged me, but it’s not that big of a deal to me. Apple: I would really like to talk to you, but I never will initiate it. Guava: I have no interest in talking with you on here. Blueberry: Sometimes, I like and re-blog posts from you just to get your attention. Cantaloupe: I often avoid liking and re-blogging your post so I don’t draw your attention. Watermelon: I’m not very interested in you or your blog, I’m just too lazy to unfollow you. Elderberry: I’ve anon-ed you something personal before. Pumpkin: I’ve anon-ed you a compliment before. Kumquat: I’ve anon-ed you hate before. Lemon: Never anon-ed you before, probably won’t again. Lime: We’ve never talked and I prefer to keep it that way. Papaya: We used to talk but we don’t anymore and that makes me sad. Rhubarb: We used to talk and we don’t anymore and I prefer it that way. Tangerine: We talk on here sometimes and I want it to continue. Plum: Meh.

whoever thinks money doesn’t buy happiness can deposit it in my bank account

someday, in the distant future, humans will once again be capable of hearing the phrase “what is love” without also feeling the primal urge to  respond with “baby don’t hurt me”

So at that point, people will say “baby don’t hurt me”…no more?