just like we're always gonna do.

my couchsona

I would buy this and cover it in weird plush and sleep on it every night.

i always see “tag fav fruit” posts but i’ve never seen a fav veg post so rb & tag your favourite vegetable

eating would be fine if it was only a recreational activity. instead, its a horrible sisiphean nightmare and you need to do it every day without fail on threat of pain and death

a small thing i learned from my sister dying is that i really would rather the people i love be a burden than be whatever the hell else they'd be if they weren't. yes even if it's messy and not always fair and hard completely inconvenient for everyone involved. even if it's weird. even if i'm rolling my eyes a bit inside sometimes. i just want you to bother me. please always bother me

like "it's rotten work" "not to me not if it's you" actually sometimes it's still rotten work. even if it's you. and i'd still do it a million times over

Sarah Huckabee Sanders has built an entire political persona on being a "mama bear" who protects innocent children from groomers and also she has changed the law so that immigrant children are literally risking life and limb to working slaughterhouses instead of going to school. It is an example so cartoonish you'd think I'd made it up! But these are not unrelated political positions! A suffocating vVctorian cosseting for white me and a Dickensian drudgery for black and brown thee!

i love polyamory i love aromanticism i love QPRs i love communal child rearing let’s all get weirder forever

There are few things more beautiful than seeing the joy of a transmasculine or nonbinary person wearing a binder for the first time. You can just watch their faces glow in a way that says without words that this is the happiest they have ever been in their body. It's like watching someone on the brink of starvation finally get a meal. It's beautiful, and our world deserves more moments like it.

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