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can someone please be proud of me like fuck I’m trying

reblog to let prev know you’re proud of them

its crazy that megan thee stallion is not considered a queer artist by some people. the woman is not shy about the fact that she finds women attractive and likes having sex with them. she references it pretty frequently in her music, she made a whole song about enjoying having threesomes with a woman and a man, she made a Jennifer's Body-themed music video, she had Victoria Monét full riding her thigh on stage at a coachella, and there's literally a video of a lesbian interviewing glorilla at a party & asking who she would date if she was queer and her immediate response is "megan. megan like girls!" and then megan turns around and immediately starts flirting with the interviewer. i don't know what more you want. that woman is Bi Sexual and we should all be thankful every day for that. bi women are still bi when they wanna fuck men too you know. the fucking of men is also done bisexually.

today I found out my mother doesn’t know what dandelions are and now I’m wondering what other strange secrets she’s been quietly harboring

Where do you live that you don’t have dandelions?

we have dandelions EVERYWHERE, they are basically our State Weed, it is absolutely impossible that my mom has never interacted with a dandelion before, this requires further investigation

See, folks in the southern US will tell you up and down those are buttercups, actually.

Wait I thought those bigger cup ones were Easter Lillies???

They’re marigolds and I know a bitch when I see one!

….we need to start taking the phrase “go touch grass” more literally. go outside and examine a flower i beg u

would u still love me if i were stuck in a cycle i've never been able to break

crazy how some individuals think if youre born a certain sex you have to wear a certain kind of clothing.

I'm thinking really hard about how fast Vi ran as soon as she got back into Zaun for the first time post-Stillwater. Her feet still remembered every step she needed to take, like she had spent all that time punching walls in prison silently retracing every route in her mind, terrified to lose even one more piece of herself while cooped up in a tiny cell. And yes, of course, part of her speed and desperation to get back into Zaun had to have been born from a desire to get herself as far away from that prison as she could, but the primary reason she ran so hard and so relentlessly was to get back to her sister. Her freedom was nothing more than the key she needed to get home to Powder, to finally touch her and see her again after so long spent in isolation memorizing old routes and the soft roundness of her baby sister's cheeks. Her chest ached and her throat burned, and there were only two things she knew for certain as her feet flew over the rooftops of Zaun: she was finally home, and her sister needed her, and that was all she needed to be able to push herself to go faster than she had been able to run in years.