liminal space.

need a polite way to say "im not engaging in a discussion on this topic with you because the conclusions you have reached are based on so many interwoven layers of misconceptions it would be easier to just like, hard reset your whole brain, just start over as a baby and try again"

the slow casual creep of misogyny back into every point of our lives both digital and physical is making me feel fucking insane

daily affirmations: i am allowed to be weird on tumblr. i am allowed to post stuff that makes me seem crazy because it's fun to do that. no one is watching me panopticon style they are just following me normalstyle. i am allowed to be weird on tumblr.

no one talks about how straight up painful it is to be the bigger person when deep in your soul you just want to be a huge bitch about it

imagine having one attending at work riding you hard all the time. and another attending who wishes he could ride you hard. happened to my good friend dr. samira mohan.

what will it be, boss? the comfort of misery or the pain of change?

"eyes on me" "eyes on me remember" and suddenly he's 13 years old watching men with guns get torn apart by demodogs and he doesnt want these kids to see that. he doesnt want these kids to remember that the way he does. holy shit. mike wheeler.