don't TOUCH me

I made this tumblr when I was like... fourteen? Like it goes back to 2009 I think. I sifted through and I THINK I deleted all my anti-sjw far-right fundamentalist christian bullshit.

Like, yes, I am ashamed of it. Not trying to erase that I was like that, I will fully admit it, but it’s all this icky sticky feeling that I wasted so much of my life being that way. I’m almost 30 and it’s not so much cringe as it is, how to put it? - like I feel lighter. Holding all that hate and disgust in weighs you down. Overcoming the way you were raised is humbling and there’s a whole lot of shame involved, but once those bigoted tendrils are scraped off like spider-webs, you kinda just have to take a big ‘ole breath of fresh air.