michael.

GOD I just want to be CREATIVE but all my energy is being used to survive

this is one of those "you put it into words" kind of posts. right on.

Today’s aesthetic: keeping the same tab open in your browser for three solid weeks because you’re definitely going to get around to reading and/or acting on whatever’s in it any minute now.

This is a personal attack.

the year is 2020, and i am found guilty of treason against the united states for vague blogging that i hate someone and donald trump thought it was about him

This post aged like milk

I’m a background character in everyone’s life. I’m not important to anyone. I don’t even matter.

there’s literally no point in teaching girls to be body positive if you only use men’s opinions for validation like “boys like girls with curves” nah get that the fuck out of here

Okay but true facts, this can make a profound impact. When I was younger, I had a friend who is trans and my mom once asked what his birth name was, and I asked, “Why does it matter?” She paused and answered something to the effect of, “You’re right, it doesn’t.”

Been doing this for a few years now. Have often been labeled as “rude” because of it, but we don’t owe anyone more information than we want to give them. Ever. 

Also if you’re thinking of asking someone a question but you’re wondering if it’s too personal ask yourself “does it matter?” And if the answer is “no, it doesn’t” don’t ask. Helps to keep you from asking things too invasive

i do this with small children who ask me what my gender is, and it is like a revelation for them

Some people are always going to say you’re “rude” for having boundaries - including refusing to answer questions that are none of their business. That is a them problem, not a you problem.

I remember in my Arabic class we were going over the alphabet and the teacher was like there’s no ‘P’ etc and this white girl was like wait what but my names Paige and my teacher was like lol then we’d pronounce it as beige and she was so offended I’m crying thinking about it

One of my mom’s friends, Hugh, went to France and they had a lot of trouble pronouncing his name because the entire thing was silent.

salut je m'appelle [REDACTED]

that is hands down the funniest addition to this post