In Paper Clad

dysphoria is a very common hallmark of transness, sure, but gender euphoria is an almost completely universal and therefore much more reliable signifier and frankly i think we should say ‘if the idea of being a different gender than the one you were born assigned as makes you feel happy/better about yourself you’re trans’ instead of telling people ‘the way you know you’re trans is if your body feels like a prison and your genitals make you hate yourself’

9:21:21 pm today will be the 21st second of the 21st minute of the 21st hour of the 21st day of the 21st week of the 21st year of the 21st century

Quoting Justin's dad is a nice touch. Well played, Jagmeet.

Y’all, I can’t reblog this fast enough

Fucking THANK YOU.

And they’re all Vlad

... SHIT HE'S RIGHT

FUCK HE IS RIGHT

In a very limited sense, this is The Fall.

SO THAT’S HOW THEY FUCKING DO IT

Reblogging this because my entire life, all of my bows have looked like my shoelaces. Wrapping presents is going to be so much more aesthetically pleasing now

This says, so succinctly, what I’ve always tried to say about political correctness and how it is not a new thing, nor is it a bad thing.

Op I want you to know that “I don’t drink enough milk to be that confident in my bones” is now something I will say at every opportunity

You can’t deserve a person’s love. You’ll drive yourself crazy thinking like that. They either love you, or they don’t. That doesn’t mean you weren’t good enough for them to love you, because love isn’t something you earn by being good enough. It isn’t something that can be quantified or doled out. Don’t blame yourself for not being loved how you need to, just teach yourself how to look for love where love lives.

This isn’t just about romantic love, or even skewed towards romantic love, although it does apply there too. One of the hardest things I’ve ever had to accept is that my mother simply wasn’t someone who was capable of loving me, and there is no version of me that I could have ever been that would have earned that love. But with acceptance came healing. I was able to love myself more instead of resenting myself for not being more than any one person could be.

Are you listening? Even love for yourself isn’t earned. It is a kindness you give yourself.