spontaneous passion

idk I just personally think that getting chills from music is the best part of being alive. like when a song is so good you can feel it in your whole body. that's why I'm here.

wholesome people are everything to me, you know when someone is just like so lovely and earnest and the way they aren’t holding back on account of seeming “cool” or whatever, I just think being genuinely kind and forthcoming is the coolest thing a person can be

I hope…

The aromantic yearning to live next a group of friends and eat together at least 3 times per week and share a garden and help each other with chores when needed and have game nights and cook together and show up randomly at their door with a bouquet of flowers saying "I just picked some wild flowers, have some! Also I baked cookies, do you want to have coffee and eat them together?"

“It's taboo to admit that you're lonely. You can make jokes about it, of course. You can tell people that you spend most of your time with Netflix or that you haven't left the house today and you might not even go outside tomorrow. But rarely do you ever tell people about the true depths of your loneliness, about how you feel more and more alienated from your friends each passing day and you're not sure how to fix it. It seems like everyone is just better at living than you are. A part of you knew this was going to happen. Growing up, you just had this feeling that you wouldn't transition well to adult life, that you'd fall right through the cracks. And look at you now, it's happening.”

does anyone want to be best friends that also live together and go on adventures together but like mundane adventures like ikea and target and also wants to lay our heads on each others shoulders when sleepy but also have separate bedrooms but also enjoy spending most of our free time together……. just me? ok

you need to get it out of your mind that psychosomatic illness is just “making up symptoms” when it’s actually much more like your body is being actively poisoned by chemicals released from your brain

I've spoken about my burnout before and I started having literal seizures. I was so stressed and ignoring it for so long because I didn't have time to address it I started having mini seizures while in uni. it was like my brain was saying "well if you wont listen, you'll have to address this". yes, maybe it was "all in my head", but that doesn't change the fact I had seizures from stress and I still needed to go to the doctor. After running some tests they eventually said it was psychosomatic and my uni gave me a few weeks off and gave me accommodations. just because it was in my head doesn't mean I didn't suffer real world consequences. listen to your body and take time to address stress and anxiety. psychosomatic illnesses are real and need attention too.

cannot believe there are people who aren't familiar with the 2002 movie Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron. it's not remembered as one of the animated classics of the early 00s because it's so different than other beloved movies - no talking animals, no fantasy settings, limited comedic elements - but my god did it shine in so many other ways. arguably some of the best 2D animation ever created, outstanding soundtrack, an hour and a half of pure anti-imperialism and anti-colonialism in a kid friendly story about horseys.

One advantage of not really having a strong sense of gender identity is that you’re very [shrug emoji] about how people gender you. Sometimes people call me by she/her pronouns and sometimes they go with he/him pronouns and on the internet people often default to they/them, and neither option is entirely right but also, fuck if I know what would be right, and I don’t particularly care. Therefore I’m perfectly happy to outsource my gender identity to the people around me who actually need to figure out which box to put me in. I don’t need to talk about myself in third person, so really my pronouns sound like a you problem.

My pronouns are I/me and the rest is for someone else to deal with because I have better things to do.

Very fond of macrolabels, like “queer”, that provide zero extra information. Is it genderqueer? Is it romantic/sexual orientation queer? Is it queer as in “none of your fucking business what’s in my pants and what I do with it and with whom”?

This is actually probably the first time I’ve ever read something that accurately describes my relationship with gender–ie, ‘my gender is me and my pronouns are a you problem’–so thank you for that!

#you cannot gender me in a way that matters