Is there anything more excruciating than not knowing if someone is “feel bad, need space”, “feel bad, need u to reach out” or “literally fine, just busy, stop pestering me”
sometimes self care is just saying ‘this person is a fucking idiot’ and exiting their blog instead of continuing to hate read their awful opinions on things
I didn’t realize I was asserting my dominance at a young age by riding that thing so many times in a row. Literally running after getting off the thing so I could get back in line to go again.
On some real shit, I do not fuck with people who ride those boat things at the carnival. People who get on those do not give a fuck about life, they don’t care about you, ya mama or your kids. They literally have nothing to lose. You don’t care about life so there’s no need for me to fight you because you’re not going to give a damn about my face.
“For your own safety, never chase the bus.”
-Sticker on side of bus
I’m seeing some folk reblog the ‘biological sex’ post with not-so-cool commentary - just a reminder that both Pangur and Grim dislike TERFs & will use their tiny paw-beans to merrily block ‘em
I’m not kidding when I say I just wrote a five page paper all in one sitting fueled by anger and spite. All of the research, gathering sources, and writing happened in one sitting spanning around five hours. It is intended to be an email and not an essay, so I gotta go and cut it back some, but still.
It is only my second week.
Darn right they ask how you sLeEp In JeAnS
WhAt
Ilysm
alignment based on sleepwear, tag urself
if i ever misgender you or use slang (bro, man, gurl, dude) that makes you feel even slightly uncomfortable please tell me because your gender identity and comfort is more important than any word i may use to refer to you
(They/Them) "I don't know who I am or where I am. I'm all by myself. Who are you? I love you too."
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