BAILA SIN MIEDO, AMA SIN MIEDO.

this post is over a month old. i spent over a year eating once a day. the stress of moving here and enduring these people has made things worse. my body is eating through my muscles. it physically hurts trying to type. it pains me to spend some of the $300 on food but i have to bc if not i won't even have the capacity to go anywhere. please keep sharing. i need to leave.

nobody else doing it like me. particularly because the way i’m doing it is needlessly difficult

everyone loves to think of suicidality as this dramatic emergency, but for the chronically suicidal, it just... isn't. it's a regular, often daily part of life. how would you feel if you were told you're not allowed to talk about or mention something that for you is just another tuesday? it'd be pretty frustrating, right?

Everyone say thank you women with deep low pitched voices

The thing is nobody at pride is evaluating you to determine if you’re queer enough to be there because they’re too busy thinking “it’s so hot out” and “why is this lemonade 12 dollars?”