你是我的镜像

name two things better than self isolation and the refusal to face reality

projecting all your issues onto fictional characters and crying

Burst blogging is my preferred method. Reblog a thousand things in a minute and leave. Its like the opposite if queue-ing

thank you ben

i used to think it was fun and interesting to get into debates about feminism or racism, or in general challenge people’s bigotry and prejudice and call them out. but recently it’s become a burden. it’s a chore now. i no longer want to debate about whether or not i should have basic human rights, this shouldn’t even be a fucking issue anymore. i no longer go into these discussions with an open mind and a light-hearted demeanor, now i’m fucking furious. i should not have to defend my humanity at every single step, repeatedly and constantly. i’m done.

The sound that left my body was inhuman