welcome to my sick twisted mind

a small thing i learned from my sister dying is that i really would rather the people i love be a burden than be whatever the hell else they'd be if they weren't. yes even if it's messy and not always fair and hard completely inconvenient for everyone involved. even if it's weird. even if i'm rolling my eyes a bit inside sometimes. i just want you to bother me. please always bother me

like "it's rotten work" "not to me not if it's you" actually sometimes it's still rotten work. even if it's you. and i'd still do it a million times over

Life is too short to have sex you don’t like. Be gross, be weird, don’t do it at all if it’s not for you. Expand your definition of sex. Remove yourself from things that don’t feel good. Find positions and kinks and toys that work for you. Don’t let anyone tell you that sex needs to happen a certain way or happen at all. Orgasms are optional. Involving your genitals is optional. Everything is optional. Do what you like to do and respect what other people do and don’t like to do. Good sex doesn’t make you feel bad about yourself. You deserve to have pleasure in ways that work for you.

get okay with being some level of burden on others, seriously

you know what’s a real burden? a person that is so scared of leaning on other people that they try to be completely self sufficient and you end up either having to help them indirectly to save their ego or they have to break down in order to receive help, both of which are so much more heavy to the person that loves them than just being leaned on casually

everyone who reblogs this and is like "I ordered my own tea this week" or "I only barfed once when I had to give a presentation'- you are doing amazing sweetie. Have patience with yourself, you are relearning a skill so difficult that people get 4 year degrees to do it professionally.

they should invent a body that feels normal to be inside of

no one is coming to save yo- wrong!! everyone who has ever shown you love and/or care is saving you a little bit.

no one is comi - wrong!! someone always comes! the uber driver came to take me to my new apartment. my kindergarten teachers came to teach me how to count and read. all the people who researched, wrote and edited my favourite books came to share a new way of thinking about the world. enough of this individualist bullshit, someone always comes. fred rogers was right, we were all loved into being. someone always comes.

Reblog to bonk your mutuals on the head every time they start thinking negatively about themselves

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sorry I didn’t show up it was because umm.. you see, I was busy. maybe another time??