why would it hurt me—or was it real?

any other girls feel a permanent sense of unbelonging no matter where they are or who they are with

tommyinnit is a kind of dead wife to me

when i see baseball tees or coke cans or bruce springsteen comes on i stop and get misty eyed for a moment before steeling my resolve. it's okay. i'm going to be okay

posting on tumblr is risky because there's always a chance that your diary will undergo peer review

on a similar note, working an office job has me thinking a lot abt the weird dissonance between the projected disembodied identity of the Professional and the reality of a person as like. an oozing sweating animal. like you think abt it enough and the whole building starts to feel like a lot of dogs wearing collared shirts

kris don't you remember when we would play third degree murder knife chase

Simon from Iron Lung should be up there w the other characters that are embodiments of hope and the human will. Not because he got his happy ending like so many others do or hopefully will, but because he was doomed from the start. And yet he kept hoping that he’d survive, kept fighting for his happy ending, and stayed so determined to live and gain his freedom to the point where the last thing he did was go out fighting, not just for his own freedom, but for the hope he could bring to the broken civilization that is humanity if the black box was safe. He spent his last breaths fighting not because he was going to live, not because he was going to get his freedom, but so that maybe everyone else could.

Whenever they gave us one of those "read through ALL the instructions before you begin!" trick assignments in school where the steps lead you on an increasingly ridiculous goose chase until the final one tells you to just put your name on the paper and turn it in without doing anything else, I was always like, "Okay, but what's the point? Surely the REAL world won't be anything like this." And then I grew up and discovered that not only is the real world often exactly like that, some people won't even read the first line of the instructions even if they make perfect sense. And these people are called "co-workers"

As someone who isn't a furry but has very much grown up around furry art I kinda forget that it's shocking to some people. It's kinda just what a bunch of queer art looks like. That anthro dragon girl might as well be my coworker, what's your fucking problem?

#as a teenager I tried very hard to have a fursona and failed #I'm like the cis+ of furries #and I will defend them in battle. (via @creekfiend)