It’s 1:23 in the morning, I supposedly went to bed a while ago, and I am beyond grateful for the people who helped me tonight. Helped those hours of my life veer from saddened wandering and lonely crying and the looming sense of lostness. Helped me to escape from the webs in my brain, directed me away from the troubles of other people, reminded me that it’s not my responsibility, reminded me that it’ll pass. Cooed to me about love and strength and self discovery. Spoke of comfort, and in comforting words spun absurd and inspiring stories of me, stories of themselves, stories of us, of them, of everything and nothing in perfect harmony and relevance.
And to widen the gratitude; thank you. Thank you to the not-really-a-void of tumblr for being a shout that doesn’t feel out of reach, but also doesn’t feel hollow. Because it’s not. Thank you to everyone who follows my erratic bursts of blogdom and serves an incredibly important purpose in doing so. You witness me, and that is remarkable in and of itself. Even if I never hear anything of it, I feel seen here. So thank you. And thank me. And thank the world, because it’s still fucking here, and hell if that’s not the single most inspiring thing I ever remembered.
I’m just really fucking over my family right now. I’m just really fucking over this 23 year long Game of Silence or Yelling but no in between. No rational conversations that work through emotions. No consideration for what my experience of all this quiet uncomfortable chaos might be. Even when I try to speak I just get talked over or told that I said the thing wrong or said the thing at the wrong time or said too much or not enough and I am just a bawling mess eating my soup and wishing anything made sense.
I think the fact that within Hogwarts there’s a lot of distaste for Slytherin and Hufflepuff shows some interesting insight into the wizarding community. Like, Hufflepuff represents hard work and fairness, right? But there’s the idea that Hufflepuffs are losers, sort of the…
Found a paper I wrote in 5th grade that I got an ‘f’ on.
My prompt was “Imagine you are sitting on a cloud, what would you do or see”
"I would see the ground as I fell because I would fall through it because in science you told us that clouds were just water mists."
i dont wanna be a part of any feminism that excludes trans* women or women of color or literally any women at all thats not what im here for
My life is like Friends, except no Rachel, Ross, Monica, Phoebe or Joey, just Chandler in a room by himself laughing at his own jokes.
We have an obligation to read aloud to our children. To read them things they enjoy. To read to them stories we are already tired of. To do the voices, to make it interesting, and not to stop reading to them just because they learn to read to themselves. Use reading-aloud time as bonding time, as time when no phones are being checked, when the distractions of the world are put aside