everyone says "taking mental health days is totally fine!!!" until those "mental health days" end up lasting months
for some people a warm bubble bath and a few nights of binging Netflix can bring them back to a point where they can be a functioning member of society again
but for me, my mental illness has denied me the right to feel like a member of society to begin with
this world isn't meant for people like me
*no rights to the image*
Listen, if a Bad President can come in and take away our rights and we're dependent on a Good President replacing them in four years to give us back our rights, then we do not have any rights.
If politicians can take or distribute them, then they're not "inalienable" and they're not "rights."
We don't have inalienable rights we have conditional privileges, divvied out according to the whims of whoever currently holds the reins.
And if we want to have actual rights, then we must build a system in which no one has the power to take them away to begin with.
there's really nothing as amazing as having a real cuddle with your friends tbh. laying on a bed, limbs completely tangled together, leaning your whole self into someone else. and knowing with a certainty that none of them see it as anything other than platonic. that it's really a group of friends being closer with each other than they are with anyone else. that it's okay if I'm holding his hand and it's okay if I lean my forehead against hers and it's okay if card my hands through his hair and it's okay if I lay on her arm and it's okay if i just hold them. because we're a bunch of friends enjoying our time and physical closeness together. we all know that there's no way in hell any of us "like like" each other, but we all know we love each other, and it's amazing.
Lmaoo i did that and lost a friend yippieeee
I want everyone to know that there are queers in the hollers of Appalachia, in the bayous and marshland of the Deep South, in Southwestern deserts, through the Ozark mountains and up to the Rockies. There are queers in the Great Plains, there are queers in rural America, in trailer parks of the Osage foothills. In the places you least expect us to live, we are here, carving out community and fighting for liberation with pride despite it all. Stop forgetting about us. Stop overlooking our experiences and our impact just because we don’t live in a Big Gay City. And for the love of God, stop looking at us with pity.
imagining a day i don't imagine a different life so hard i hurt my own feelings
Shout out to me for finally figuring out all the parts of my identity
I'm so normal w games that let me pretend im loved
i love tumblr because you see someone losing their mind and you’re just like “omg me tooooo!” *reblog*
18. Where I spew my thoughts out for strangers to see. Vent blog/rant blog/gush blog
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