Every Single Odd Number Has An “e” In It.

Logan’s outfits throughout the years!

Virgil – Roman – Patton – Deceit

i see so many younger queer people on here asking stuff like “am i allowed to use this label??” “is it okay for me to use this term if it doesn’t 100% fit me?” and “am i valid if i use these labels?” 

and like honestly WHAT has the queer community on this hellsite BECOME?? why have we created this weird thing of constantly wanting to be “valid” and “allowed” like kids!! you are allowed!! i promise you you’re allowed!! it’s okay!!

you are allowed to be a nonbinary lesbian you are allowed to be both bi and ace you’re allowed to use he/him pronouns and be transfem you’re allowed to be transmasc and lesbian you’re allowed to be transfem and gay you’re allowed to be both mlm and wlw at the same time you’re allowed to be nonbinary even if you’re a little bit a binary gender you are allowed!! it’s okay!! 

put down your phone and go for a walk and breathe in some fresh air!! you don’t need to ask a blog on tunglr dot hell if you’re valid!! you don’t need to ask some stranger on the internet for permission to be your authentic self!! live your life! you don’t need permission and you don’t need someone to tell you you’re valid. you can live authentically and use whatever labels and pronouns you want, okay? you’re allowed. i promise. it’s okay.

reblog this if your blog is a safe space on april fools and won’t have any jumpers, screamers, or anything scary or anxiety inducing

Xigbar: We have kidnapped your son.

Lea: I don’t have a son???

Xigbar: Then who just asked for ice cream and made us cut the crusts off his sandwich?

Lea: Oh my god, they have Sora.

Let female characters be messy adhd hyper dumbasses make female Jake Peraltas and Shawn Spencers. Let women be goofy idiots.

Uhhhh art?

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My anxiety feels more like what i would imagine having a mini black hole in your chest would feel like

It centers around your heart and pulls, the pressure and stress trying to pull you from within rather than exterior pressure weighing down on you

Your lungs stuggle to inflate because they must pull against this black hole. Speaking is hard because it's gravitational pull grips at your throat and holds to the back of your tongue.

It makes you hunch, pulling your shoulders closer, forcing you smaller, your hands fumbling to grasp at anything thatll pull you free from its grip

Your legs like lead as they fight to keep your knees from surging to your chest, lest they give in and you fall prey to this black hole's terrifying depth

Your head tilting down, glancing wildly for help or danger, your thoughts pressed flat against its temporary seige

Sometimes it's a roaring energy that settles heavy in your cells, demanding safety in its purest and devestating form

Sometimes it's quiet, like a small breeze, where you can tuck your sleeves a just little tighter, and it was like you never felt the tug at all

And yet its silent, invisible. You are the black hole you are desperately trying to escape from.

Funny how people assume, then, that because they cannot see your black hole, that it cannot be as bad as you say it is.

Sanders Sides doodles I made while binging Thomas’ videos this morning. And by this morning I mean I binged them for the entire night and finished these at around 9am while I was still watching his videos. Kinda wanna do more flower crowns on them specifically in the future ^^

A dream