you are the stars

Many relationships would be a lot healthier if we romanticized honest, open and direct communication instead of idealizing the idea of a partner who's intuitively in tune with your every need. You don't need someone who can read your mind, you just need someone who's willing to listen when you speak.

I'm killing everyone sorry it's not negotiable

I think I had a moment of clarity where I really realized how stupid it feels to have an eating disorder earlier like yeah I got addicted to.. feeling bad

I was thinking about various substances and wondering if I would get addicted to them and then it hit me I got addicted to feeling bad I could definitely get addicted to anything

Your misbehaving boyfriend is not funny to me

people should be allowed to have low ambition, and also be able to feed a family on the salary of a cashier at a convenience store.

we're smoking home depot 2x4s

(loudly so women will hear) I would hang out with princess peach even if she didn't lure me in with cake. (Looks over my shoulder to see if anyone is watching)

the hottest part of sex is when i take off my glasses and put them in a safe place

everyone with glasses can relate to this.

The transfem is inherently touch starved. We didn't get to be little girls or teenage girls or regular college-age girls. We tried to meet our needs through rough-housing, but it only goes so far and lasts so long. Mom and dad stopped holding us when we stopped being cute and little, but we watch long into our teens as our cisters curl up on the couch next to their parents who pull them in for a snuggle in front of the tv well into their teens. We watch cis girls do each other's hair and makeup and hug and hold hands and yern for that freedom of touch. We think we'll get it from partners, but even those TME people who love us are afraid to touch us. They take our touch and our holds because they fit better as the little spoon and they're used to it, and we weep inside. "This is good enough I guess," says the transfem. "This is better than nothing. This is better than a kick in the teeth." We're doomed (unless we luck out real hard and live near lots of other transfems) to a life of low contact, of being treated like a threat or a pillow or a sex toy with very little in-between or outside those categories. Do better for us. Put a hand on our shoulder. Put your hand on ours when you ask how our day is and look into our eyes. If you really view us like women, treat us like one.

the horrible naïveté i continue to demonstrate is getting really really old

Love women who love the brine of life...Pickles, Olives, pickled jalapeños, sun-dried tomatoes, pickled ginger, pepperoncini, kimchi, pickled red onions

the irredeemable pervert is generally well regarded among their friends for their insightful thoughts and all around pleasant demeanour

in honor of pride month im trying to pay extra close attention to queer voices. so if any queer people want to whisper really nicely in my ear i promise to listen without resistance of complaint!

you will f**k increasingly large creatures