Ahh Thanks A Lot For Finding Me Again, He Does Seem To Get Himself Into These Unfortunate Situations..

crazy how sometimes u dance alone to your favorite song in your bedroom and you are like oh yeah thats why im alive

it’s really sad and all that but lemme be horni for a sec.. he’d probably look really gorgeous when crying

i ‘ m s o r r y

every time i see steve he’s like. on the verge of tears……you gonna cry man ? let it out man

there is a huge difference between criticizing an institution and criticizing individual behavior. i can criticize the makeup industry without criticizing the 14 year old girl who uses concealer because she’s self-conscious about her acne; i can criticize the plastic surgery industry without vilifying the woman who decided to get a nose job after two decades of pointed comments and bullying. it is intellectually dishonest to respond to an institutional criticism as if it were a personal attack; on the flip side, it is cruel and unnecessary to leverage personal attacks in the name of institutional criticism

if i see one (1) more person respond to a perfectly reasonable beauty-industry-critical sentiment with “but i personally enjoy eyeshadow. why are you attacking people who like eyeshadow :(” or “exactly, all women who wear makeup are miserable and brainwashed” i am going to climb a tree and bite the top of it

I view the whole story and scroll through.. it’s just more convenient that way I guess, especially when I don’t have Wi-Fi. Also, I just randomly clicked on that option, not knowing what it does and I just never changed it after that 🤷

I'm curious...

As always, please reblog to spread.

this.

How do you fall back in love with life?

clean your room.  clean space, uncluttered space, space that doesn’t have miasma clinging to it can work wonders.  clean the dishes.  sweep.  take out the trash.  peel the clothes off the floor and wash them, and then actually fold/hang them.  take a long shower.  scrub behind your knees.  brush your teeth.  (this can be utterly exhausting, but try to get it done in a day, if you can.  the end result is worth it.)

pull out your notebook.  it doesn’t need to be a new notebook, but preferably one that you don’t usually write in, or that you haven’t touched in a while.  fuck moleskins.  the yellow legal pad will work fine.  sit in your room, or in the park, or in the library, and write a list.  count clouds.  describe all the colors that you see, and note patterns that arise.  sketch the cracks in the walls.  note the shape light makes when it enters a space.  talk about what the air tastes like, smells like.  what sounds are there?  even the white nose, break that down: air planes, fans, cicadas, anything.  remind yourself that you are sitting in the middle of a space brimming with detail.  remind yourself that you are not in nothingness and emptiness.  your world is fathomless.  it has potential.

drink cold water and try to eat something that isn’t processed.  it does not need to be fancy.  buy yourself an apple with the change between your couch cushions.  eat it outside.  if you’re someone who walks, walk somewhere afterwards, just to stretch your legs.  take your fucking meds.  remember that its a good thing that you are inside your body.  your body is a fantastic and endlessly intricate machine, and even though society has smacked a bunch of poisonous ideas on it, that doesn’t change its inherent worth and splendor.  take care of it.

read a novel.  underline your favorite lines, and write phrases that twist your heart inside your chest on the back of your hand with an ink pen.  read a novel like it’s poetry.  read poetry, something decadent but unpretentious.  watch a movie you haven’t seen before.  if there are free art galleries near you, walk through one.  take your time.  let yourself bask.  if there are patterns in what makes your soul ache, write those patterns down – marbles arches or soot crumbling bricks or dandelions or descriptions of dresses or whatever it is, write them down.

your chosen family is important.  remember, they picked you as much as you picked them.  the love has no obligation.  it is given freely and it is given from a place of compassion.  you are not a burden.  if you need to breathe, take a minute by yourself and just exist, but remember to go back to your people.  when they need you, listen and be gracious.  always be gracious.  the universe sometimes remembers things like that.

listen to new music.  link jump on youtube or related artist jump on spotify or ask the chap beside you in the cafe what their favorite band is, and listen to that.  listen to something that you don’t usually listen to.  we tend to tie up a lot of memory with music.  we are falling in love again.  the soundtrack needs to be specific to that.  

allow yourself to indulge in romantics.  press flowers in old books.  play movies with subtitles and mouth the words.  dance in your room.  wear something that makes you feel good, even if you wouldn’t wear it in public.  write your chosen family letters, even if you hand deliver them.  write poetry, even awful poetry.  revel in its awfulness.  eat dark chocolate and when your chosen family want to go out, try to go out with them sometimes, even if its just to the market.  

As a younger trans dude, this lowkey made my cry just a bit. Seeing an older trans guy, who’s happy and encouraging us all to be ourselves really touched my heart. Be yourself! Be true to yourself! I promise it’s worth it. To all my trans brothers, sisters and overall queer siblings of any kind: we gotta stick together. I‘m proud of each and every one of you and I hope that one day, the world will just let us be, without predjudice and hate.

"why don't we see more older trans folks around?"

I experience this pain every single night ;-;

Your daily dose of cat memes

Just a nice view

This is a picture that a person who’s close to me took from our holiday house in Germany 🩵

The German Aziraphale & Crowley

Okay, hear me out. I know it sounds a little weird, but these two idiots are perfect. May I introduce to you the guitarist and the drummer of the German punk-band 'Die Ärzte' (which translates to 'The Doctors' which is funny cause - you know - David Tennant was...Where was I? Oh, yeah! So!) Farin Urlaub

loves books (he is being called 'The intellectual of the Band' from his Band members)

loves tea (even drinks it while being on stage)

speaks several languages (including german, english, french, spanish, portuguese, japanese and italian)

'chronically positive'

cute smile

Bela B

Farin's gothic (husband) best friend

Dark and unique fashion sense

called himself 'Bela' after Bela Lugosi aka Dracula

Sex, Drugs and Rock'n'Roll

sexy as hell

Facts about Farin & Bela

known each other for a long time (they became friends as teenagers)

absolutley different but share the same opinions and humour

flirting - like - a LOT on stage and in interviews

There were a few kisses but all footage of it is blurry and not enough

Thanks for reading.

Oh, and since I didn't even mentioned the bassist of the band here's a GIF of him. He's cute. He's my Muriel. :3