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*realizes I exist outside of my own perceptions of myself and that people probably talk about me sometimes* what the fuck

What, pray tell, the fuck

That’s depression babe!

my taste in… everything is changing. men, the friends I choose, what I wear, how I move. everything. and I love every bit of it.

when margaret atwood said “the desire to be loved is the last illusion. give it up and you will be free”

I just wanna add that the lesbian couple were getting married because their mutual friend had just died of cancer and they were adopting her two daughters… and that the death threats were so bad that they had to quit their jobs and move. it’s never just about a cake. it’s about the precedent you set when you allow ppl to discriminate. it’s about all the disgusting bigots that crawl out of the woodwork when they feel like they have the right to hate.