i’m hiding worse, more secret emotions behind my big and obvious ones

99% of the time, a cis mean "experiencing sexual violence coercion or abuse" at the hands of a transfem means he wanted to have sex and she said no.

I, too, live here, inside a tattered tent that offers no protection whatsoever. During the day, this piece of cloth doesn't shield us from the scorching sun that burns our skin. At night, it doesn't protect us from the cold, and worse still... it doesn't protect us from bullets or shrapnel. At any moment, I could be in that child's place. And the world will simply ignore my name as they go about their daily lives and football matches.

Our tattered tent, needs your support to become a shelter that protects us, and our hungry stomachs need a small glimmer of hope that we are not alone in this world. Please don't leave us to suffer alone. Help us so we can buy food to satisfy our hunger and repair our destroyed tent. I hope you won't ignore us.​

often you will see things online where you just have to be like "what a strange thing to say" or "i don't think that's true :)" to yourself and try to move on or you will lose your mind

we must protect the sanctity of divorce

The concept of Buffy killing Lestat

i really fuck with it when my oomfs start their posts in media res. they'll open it with a phrase like "it's just funny because..." and then i look at their blog to see what's funny and. nothing.

It's like how Beowulf opens with a call to attention.

posting is exactly like beowulf

When I die at least I blogged obsessively on tumblr