✮⋆˙ depressive pixie nightmare boy ✮⋆˙

"enjoy last it'll it" (what)

Also a really useful thing in lefty queer progressive whatever type spaces is "getting over yourself" and really knowing the phrase "sure they get on my nerves but I don't think we should hunt them for sport". Like sometimes your morals/principles/political goals/etc are more important than whatever interpersonal beef you have. I mean just in general you need to be able to be annoyed without killing someone about it but especially if you're aiming for, like... actual meaningful solidarity and community and shit like that

Like you know I'm a hater. Off the top of my head I can name Three pretty prominent names in the Trans Blogging sphere who irritate me for, like, reasons of varying validity, yknow. Sometimes you just don't vibe with somebody that's natural. They also happen to get Harassment Campaigned a lot & I won't participate in any of that because I'm not a fucking ghoul. Something something rules of engagement. You can't have exceptions

Movie about a depressed and rather morbid autistic man planning to commit suicide and picking up a number of odd jobs in an effort to raise enough money to meticulously plan and prepay for his funeral so his mother doesn’t have to worry about it after he is gone. He begins to connect with people and enjoy life for the first time while working part time as a greeter in the funeral home, helping an eccentric old lady organize her basement, walking 7 dogs and maintaining a feral cat colony for a guy with a broken foot, playing a number of bit parts in local ads and stocking the shelves at the convenience store at night. In the end, he has befriended many of his neighbors and he decides he does not want to die and goes back to school to become a funeral director instead.

He is popular at his funeral home gig because he keeps accidentally saying things that are very reassuring and death positive. Because he wants to die. He eventually donates his funeral fund to the old lady’s granddaughter after her sudden death so she does not have to sell her grandmother’s prized possessions to pay for her funeral.

The old lady gifts him one of her ceramic cats at the beginning of the film which he reluctantly accepts out of politeness. Near the end of the film, he adopts a friendly cat from the cat colony that looks remarkably like the ceramic cat and names it after her, signaling his commitment to surviving and caring for his cat the way the old woman lived for her ceramic collection.

I don't understand how cis people obsessed with gender norms think trans people are the weird ones. they're going around believing that your name has to correlate to your genitals. your fashion has to correlate to your genitals. your behaviours have to correlate to your genitals. your hobbies have to correlate to your genitals. who you date has to correlate to your genitals. whether you can put sparkles on your eyelids or not has to correlate to your genitals. and then people like me go "hmm. I might not do that. maybe I'll just do what feels fun and okay instead" and they LOSE their MINDS

i think my curse got stronger

you can't say "hydrogen bomb vs coughing baby" on a poll with a 60/40 split. that's hydrogen bomb vs regular bomb

Pipe bomb versus somewhat smaller pipe bomb.

Hydrogen baby va coughing bomb

I would let her kill me for sport