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but i have never in my life seen a post saying to support masculine trans girls and trans women or trans girls and trans women who like traditionally masculine things and its really important to understand that showing support for trans women in any form is just as important as showing support for trans men so please, please reblog this.

WAKE UP, Y'ALL, LYFT FUCKING SNAPPED.

maybe - and this is true - love can be both. love can be - i'm good at this thing, and i love doing it, but i love you and it feels worthwhile to make it for you.

i take pictures of my friends so i can look at them later. i also love taking pictures, and i love my friends being in those pictures. i write her poems because i love writing poems, but she is why i love, and that makes love poems worth writing. i've made you something, because i love to make, and i love to make for you. i will invent and create and it will all be for you, because each time i think i can do it better.

who are you, to look at my motivations, to declare - i've done it, i've gotten to the heart of the matter - when instead you have ripped the heart right out of the matter entirely? love can be three hundred sonnets. it can be saying - i have only one way to express this, and i will do it, over and over again. i cannot get the image of you out of me.

how dismal, to live in a world where you believe there is a cap on how much love can be perceived. that the way any person loves is so shallow that it only survives if it hasn't undergone writing. that it can only outlast a few songs, and afterwards, the music is devoid of meaning.

i love you, i will do the dishes for you three hundred times - and i do not love it, i just love that it is easier for you. i love you, i will, if you let me, spend three hundred mornings drinking coffee next to you. and we can both love coffee, and love that it tastes different to drink coffee beside you, and love our mornings. i love you, i will write you three hundred sonnets if you want me to, but, as a warning - i'm not particularly good at rhyming.

and then one day he’s late to work, it’s a tough morning. He missed the train, or it rained and his favorite shoes got soggy, or his mother decided to call him at five am and it was bad. But he’s late, and he’s so tired, and no one even seems to notice that he was so late. Maybe no one would notice if he didn’t make them tea, maybe they dont really care anyways. but he goes to make tea because it’s all he has right now, a familiar ritual to fall back on. Except the break room isn’t empty. Jons there, making a sickenly sweet cup of tea that Martin wants to cringe at, if it weren’t exactly how he secretly takes it when he wants to indulge on bad days. 

and then I read the contemporary sources on this person and it's full of "he threatened to shoot anyone who called him a woman" and "petitioned the local government to legally consider him a man, on the grounds of 'I live as a man anyway'" and "he always said he should have been born a man and it was only by misfortune that he was born a woman"

it’s sort of the equivalent of when a cat jumps up somewhere they shouldn’t be and you just pick them up and move them off it, only with murder or whatever. 

character a looking at character b like “okay is this a situation where I can do a murder” and character b like. “no. we’ve gone over this.”

make oc playlists. spend hours on moodboards that have no purpose. write self-indulgent fluff that’s never going to be published. scribble three lines of poetry in the back of your history notebook. draw fanart of your own characters. write stupid dialogue that your publishers might hate. start new wips that you might never finish but write those three chapters that make you happy because if you don’t write them, who else will?

writing shouldn’t always be about “will publishers like this” or “i have to reach this word count” or “how do i get the most likes”.