Like Annalise Keating’s bisexuality is still not highlighted by anyone apart from black people. Whether you watch the show or not isn’t the issue, but it’s telling that a dark-skinned middle aged bi woman struggling with comp-het won’t get a ton of recognition on Tumblr. So when y’all non-blacks go on about “Oh well Kat from the Bold Type is revolutionary because she’s black and questioning, that’s NEVER happened before,” I’m gonna give you a little side eye. 

i’m probably the most confidently passionate insecure person you’ll ever meet 

$20 used to mean something

the thing that sucks is that people love saying sleep early is good etc etc and yeah it is. I've seen some benefits before. but I think it sucks to ignore that late night is the only time with any freedom. I think it sucks to not acknowledge the dread in waking up and it's a work day again

Something new and uncomfortable to me is asking myself if I am enjoying my life or not? Do I believe in the sacrifices I’m making? Am I adequately heard and held and understood within the life I’m in? Do I find worth it the problems routinely presented to me when I live life in this way? What needs to change? And it’s so scary and difficult and overwhelming

Part of accepting yourself completely is reframing your mind to make it about you, so that “will they like me?” turns into “will I like them?” and “did they like what I said?” turns into “did I say everything I wanted to say?” Everything you do should ultimately be brought on by what you think is important and by what you want. Not by what you think will be most accepted or most liked.

the most infuriating thing about personal growth is that even if someone else did have the answer you needed and conveyed it to you in a precise and effective matter, it won't make sense until you're ready for it. you could hear it every day of your life and it wouldn't matter a fucking bit until it finally clicks. there's very little you can do to influence when that happens, either

when i have a crush i dont kick my feet or twirl my hair instead i am in my kitchen at 3am pacing in circles with my hands clasped behind my back like a middle-aged divorced detective haunted by a cold case he just cant crack