"if tumblr dies you can find me on bluesky" "if tumblr dies you can find me on Instagram" if tumblr dies you cannot find me. It's over. I'm free.

i hate how sensitive i am sometimes

days keep happening to me. and nights also. no say in it whatsoever

I am creating a life i don’t want to run from i am creating a life i don’t want to run from i am creating a life i don’t want to run from

currently allowing myself the decadent indulgence of believing wholeheartedly in my ability to survive this.

I’m going to live and it’s going to be horrible and awful and wonderful and painful and joyous and like going across monkey bars with a sprained wrist and like drinking a glass of freshly made orange juice and difficult and so damn long. but I’m going to and I’m going to and then I’m going to wake up and survive it all again.

liking men is actually just having a humiliation kink

“how do you get stuff done?” with tears in my eyes.