FANTASTIC.

May we all have these. Especially you.

courage in august. peace in august. wisdom in august. light in august. protection in august. divine aid in august. clarity in august. depth in august. beauty in august. support in august. prosperity in august. a new beginning in august.

together, soft, shining ✨

Okay, Killer Croc has been so inconsistently written as far as the "Croc" part goes that I think the funniest thing would be if he was still just a dude with a skin condition, but he feeds the mutant rumors to keep people from fucking with him. Someone starts a rumor that he eats people and he just rolls with it. If anyone questions the lack of tail, he says it just came off and hasn't grown back.

[ID: A tweet from Emily Gwen @/theemilygwen.

Did you know Disney sells lesbian flag pins? Bob Iger profits off the flag I designed for our community!

On another note, I can't afford to pay for my medication this month! Any help would be appreciated.

Donations: ko-fi.com/emilygwen

Store: emilygwen.threadless.com

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D'awwww!!!

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#goodluckpost

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

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Just Another Love Poem. Until the First Line.

No one ever teaches you how to fall out of love with your rapist.

How to survive until the moment when their shadow ceases to be

an extension of your own, how to find someone else to be your North Star

who won’t ever violate the rest of your sky.

How to recognize wolves in sheep’s clothing, or wolves that devour you

then bring you the remains of a dead dove as a peace offering

like its feathers are enough to erase the teeth marks.

No one ever teaches you how to stop looking into a bedroom

and seeing the person you love sitting next to the window, waiting,

seeing your rapist sitting there too

and wishing they weren’t one and the same.

No one ever teaches you that it could take years

before you stop feeling like a crescent moon and more like a full one,

that it takes eons to cut the strings connecting you

to the person who said I love you and it’s your fault in the same tone of voice

when all you want is to hand them the scissors

and keep the strings intact.

And most of all, no one talks about wishing to feel their skin on yours again

even after months of being torn in half.

Yeah!! What THEY said!!

i hope you buy things that bring you joy. i hope you wear clothes that make you feel good. i hope you decorate your home however you like. i hope you don’t wake up dreading going to work. i hope you meet people that make your heart sing. i hope you discover hobbies that fulfill you. i hope you go on fantastic adventures that give you unforgettable memories. i hope you do things just because you want to, and i hope you don’t feel like you have to justify your decisions to anybody. i hope you find happiness. i hope you cultivate a life you love.