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Panromantic, grey-asexual, trans MTF. she/her
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teenangstverse
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teenangstverse
I’m the girl you’ll tell your next lover about - the one that broke your heart. She’s going to think that I’m cruel. She’s going to to marvel at my stupidity. She’ll wonder how I could possibly have wanted to let you go. I don’t mind. I don’t mind because it’s true. I don’t mind because although it hurts me to think of you loving someone else, it heals me too. You thought you were broken but that didn’t stop me from nonchalantly stepping on your pieces. If I loved you, I loved you like I was a car and you were a gas station; you were a pit stop and I was itching to be back on the road. I don’t know how soon it will be, but it will be. You’ll find her, or she’ll find you. You’ll love again and I hope she loves you the way I should have. Beautifully, wonderfully, carefully. Fully. She can’t fix you, but she’ll help you pick yourself up. She’ll hold the glue while you stick yourself back together.

L.H (via teenangstverse)

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Self care isn’t always pretty , it’s not always candles and a bathtub full of roses , sometimes it’s forcing yourself to get out of bed and dragging yourself , sometimes it’s the pep talk you give to yourself or the quick cry in the corner . sometimes it is convincing yourself to do all these things you should be doing but you have no will whatsoever , sometimes it’s cutting some ties no matter how precious they were , sometimes it’s the bitter medicine you need to give yourself . Self care isn’t always pretty but it’s so worth it .

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babblingfishes

Alternative responses when someone asks you whether you’re a boy or girl:

  • equally-confused shrugging
  • “about 20%”
  • return the question, acting intrigued and interested with their answer
  • take out your id card and squint at it for a couple minutes before admitting that you forgot your glasses
  • lean in and whisper “I wonder the same thing daily”
  • ask numerous detailed questions about which gender involves [insert quality], then make them wait a while as you tally up the points on your fingers
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coracoidal

Can I do #4 while actually wearing my glasses, because I feel like it would add a little special something to the entire scene

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babblingfishes

Absolutely

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diamondsandphoenixfire

also:

  • “only on Tuesdays”
  • “no” moonwalk away. keep eye contact the entire time.
  • “Well, let me see.” either pretend you’re going to pull down your pants/skirt/w/e or stare down it pensively until the person becomes uncomfortable enough to leave. shush them as you would a toddler if they try to ask you anything else.
  • answer it like a politician (bonus points: like a politician who is tripping balls). “well, helen, I think that’s a fascinating question and to really, truly, fully answer that, I think we have to start with the question of what gender, on a metaphysical level, really is…”

i want the opportunities to use each and every one of these 😂

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You tell yourself “I’m okay”. And it really feels like you are. You breathe in, and you breathe out. You start to feel better about yourself. About everything. And Just as you settle into a kind of tranquility, it happens. A moment that offsets the balance that you’ve found. And just like that, you’re back where you started. Only this time, you struggle to say the words “I’m okay”.

themed-student (via wnq-writers)

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bumblebee1119

Here we go!!!! The Pansexual Pantheon!!!!!!! (Not the best but hey, I tried) just a little thing I wanted to do for fun. :3 pansexualfacts thanks for the inspiration! Plus I love your account and it makes me so much more comfortable with my sexuality. Thank you so much. Keep being hilarious and my favorite blog on tumblr. 💗💛💙

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itsloren-notlauren
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and it all hurts so bad. it hurts knowing i’m not the only one. it hurts to watch the world pause around me and listen to the ringing of my own ears trying to imagine you feeding them promises. it was supposed to be us. just me, just you- just us. just us and what i thought was ahead of us. but it isn’t and it hurts every fiber of my soul knowing how bright my face lit up at the slightest mention of you because i was only a portion of your day where as you had become my entire world. we all know what heartbreak feels like-some of us know it far too well, like a second language. the breaking of our own hearts by what we allow to accept as love isn’t a foreign concept. as much as i would like to say “i have always walked away when i knew it wasn’t right” i cant, i simply can’t say that. i believe in chances, i know that mistakes aren’t in correlation to our validity as humans. i have stuck around for ages waiting for people to be as they promised but it just never worked out that way. see, the thing is- we just want something to last. we send ourselves through spells of ups and downs trying to hold onto the things that make life a little more bearable. in the end, when it is no longer bearable, when the person you love is no longer what’s keeping you sane..will you walk away or will you continue calling it “love”? it hurts. it hurts so bad because intentions are clouded by the reality of everything surrounding us. everyone is competition, everything is defeat and everyday is a guessing game. for once, i would just like to know what love feels like. i seem to get so close, i can feel it on my skin- and just like that, the thought of you turns into smoke and dissipates into the air. and man, i wanted it to be you. just the other night it was “if it’s not me and you in the end, i’m going to be pissed.” and now my words aligned to a different rhythm and everything i want to feel is lacking in this moment. it hurts. it all hurts. it was supposed to be me and you.

// but when does it stop hurting? when people stop hurting us or when we stop allowing them to?

(via @itsloren-notlauren)

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ariesalpinesavi

Talking to some friends online who didn’t understand how weird Michigan is, well let me educate you:

- Two peninsulas, “Yoopers” on top, “Trolls” on the bottom, but unfortunately we all call ourselves “Michiganders”… - Tourists are called fudgees because we are under the impression all they buy is fudge - The further north you go, the more southern the people get - It’s conservative like the Midwest, but stuck up like New England - Yoopers are more Canadian than American (they all have Canadian accents) - We think the Great Lakes belong to only us (even the one we don’t border), and as kids we are taught to call them “HOMES” - When people talk about locations they point to areas on their hands (I live on the pinky for example) - Every 1/3 people owns a Confederate flag for “pride” despite Michigan having NEVER been a Confederate state - We say “whoop” instead of excuse me, or sorry - Recyclables are refunded, and so we have people sneak across the border just return bottles for a profit