its interesting being a weird autistic tranny as a kid and letting yourself get accustomed to the idea that youre just some magically antisocial loser who is "introverted" and is happy being alone and then you grow up and realize that actually you love being social you love hugs you love going out and hate being alone you just hated all of the social opportunities available to you growing up so much you let yourself romanticize solitude as a slightly less miserable state than interacting with people

You actually cannot skip to being good at a creative endeavour that you haven't put much practice into. You cannot trick your way out of the 'knows that your work is not what you want it to be but don't know how to improve it' stage by planning or reading or talking about it really really hard. At some point you just have to craft through it until your brain finds it's own unique way back to the 'everything I make slaps' stage and be prepared to start the cycle all over again. You just have to make that project you're excited about slightly less good than you want it to be. (Says this standing in a pool of blood and covered in blood and also coughing up a little blood)

everyone stop reblogging this I hate to be reminded of my own good advice

the problem with movie remakes is that they always remake something that was already good, meaning at worst you ruin it and at best your remake is largely redundant. to make a truly good remake you need to start with source material that is absolute dogwater. ignore the pull of nostalgia. redeem the sins of moviemaking past.

Very fascinating to me how many people are very much not a fan of caves. I fucking love caves. I'm very much a Holy Shit a Cave! Let's Go Inside type of person. I never even considered other people were not like this until the last couple years when i started seeing No We Don't Need to Go In The Cave posts. Y'all really don't want to go to the cave? But like it's a cave. There's so much cool stuff in the cave. If i don't go to a cave at least once every 3 years I feel a deep internal agony. Let's go to the cave!

I'll be perfectly honest: I'm out of money, and I really really want to visit my girlfriend who lives in another city in her free day on Wednesday. If you can help me out with it, it'd mean the world to me.

Diversity win!

Baru-

Baru what are you doing

BARU WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING

BARU NO

People on here talk about Laura Palmer like she’s their friend who actually died

oh and you (the reader) might think, why are trans women the ones who seem to have the strongest opinions about this? it's because everyone else sabotaged their misogyny radar (misogydar, if you will) when they decided to twist their feminism into knots in order to exclude us from it.