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i do find the rules around clothes fascinating because of how made up it all is. we invented the idea of covering our bodies from the elements because we lack fur like other mammals and then made up all these rules around it and now people will unironically tell you "men cant wear skirts its unnatural" girl none of this is natural. we are born naked and made up the rest as we went along. hope this helps.

awww the like button turns into a rainbow when you press it! that's so cute...hey staff what's with all the trans women you keep nuking?

i think we should be ridiculing them more for this. you don't get to try and go all "queer website" when your staff likes to go on nuking sprees targeting the trans fem users

if i had a dick i would love to have a disappointing orgasm in the shower while thinking of something or someone that i felt i should not be thinking about & then stand under the water with my forehead against a wall watching the proof of my guilt & shame go down the drain

The insight I get into the female mind thanks to this website is amazing.

not a female 👍

Character duo where one *remembers I don’t like fitting characters into trope boxes* is a completely fleshed out and realised person *remembers treating characters as real people and not story devices written with intent is bad* who is written by the author and *remembers death of the author* uh. And *fumbles and drops my pile of queue cards* ah fuck wait no *the menacing horse* what was that.

Coming to Tumblr after my first major social media site was Quotev made me feel so lied to all the time. On Quotev, people often shared around on their profiles that the way to identify other Quotev users is to tell someone that you like their shoelaces and they’ll say they stole them from the president. Then I came to Tumblr. Then I was like “wait”

Learning that being 19 is a very weird age to be, socially. I am in quite possibly the most specific age group that none of my neighbours are in

Young enough that my neighbours call me a kid, old enough that my older neighbour texts me to hang out. Young enough to be invited to a neighbour’s upstairs to play with the kids, old enough to unsurely decline because I didn’t feel that was my space to be in. Young enough to stumble through the grass looking like I’m 12, old enough to know that I’m a vastly different person from when I was 12. I’ve decided that this is an unpleasant age to be

okay so what the hell happened to the note count of this post in the time it took for me to take a walk outside