do you ever feel so sick to your stomach because you just need someone to hold you so bad like you just need to be in the arms of someone who cares about you feeling their body pressed against yours feeling the weight of their breaths against your body just to know youre safe in their arms and everythings okay even if just for a little while
I was not ready
Me: *clicks video* “The hell is all this abou-”
*whistling starts*
Me:
I love this stupid fucking meme
(because you should)
- one hella pansexual girl with a loving bi boyfriend
hey @staff fuck you
The other night, I had been sleeping without a bra and shirt. I had a very long day and got home light. My entire body was sore from my athletic activity. I was snap chatting my friend and my blankets were covering up my chest, 3 inches below my collar bones. He decided to ask me to lower my blankets. I told him no. Then I continued to talk to him about how my body is not meant to be sexualized. Its art. My (modest) comfort in a lack of clothes was not an invitation for him to ask for pictures. I perceive that any living creation is a miraculous piece of art. Life is beautiful and so are the freckles and stretch marks. We as human beings are not meant to be sexualized. We are people, we are more than that.
#justiceformuslims
I love every single person who reblogged this
I don’t think people realize how much of an impact this kind of support can have, I don’t think everyone knows what these little things can mean to us.
It may just be me, I don’t know. But every single time I see this on my dash or on someone’s blog or anywhere else, I kind of just breathe a sigh of relief. That’s one more person who cares. That’s one more person who doesn’t hate me.
Because it means so much, especially when all the media is spewing out is that I’m a terrible person and no one wants people like me near them. It means so much because I’m tired of people who won’t sit next to me in class, or who choose to join the longer line at the grocery store because they don’t want to be beside me and my family. It means so much when I have to lift my head any time someone says the words Islam or Muslim because I’m scared that they’ll say something that’ll hurt, when I have to pay attention to the news because who knows what so and so is saying now, who knows which of my people are being attacked now, who knows what’s going to happen to me now.
It means so much because I’ve been given the idea that the world is against me. And a huge part of it may be, but at least I’ve been reminded that some of it, just a small group of people, acknowledges that I’m a person too. That people like me are just that, people.
Maybe it’s just me, I don’t know. But now you do, so thank you for believing that I’m human when so many people don’t.
Have a great day x
Go unfollow this blog all you want, I am reblogging this.
I am aware this does not follow this blog’s style, however, I find it necessary to reblog this
❤️shoutout to gay people who used to think they were bi 💛shoutout to bi people who used to think they were gay 💚sexuality is complicated, there’s nothing wrong with taking time to figure yourself out 💙you aren’t “adhering to stereotypes” or anything like that. 💜there is nothing wrong with your identity!
I hope one day you get to see your favorite band play your favorite song because its an amazing experience and everyone deserves it.
I needed a little pick me up doodle before I go into this next coming week while simultaneously telling myself I don’t need to have everything in my life figured out right now. Hopefully this motivational koala is helpful to some of you guys too.
I like to think that people are incredible despite our flaws. Our bodies are so intriguing. The cells work together to heal, carry oxygen, and do their duties to keep us living. Our brains have chemicals and a nervous system that makes us each unique and makes us who we are and I think that that is amazing. Out of billions and billions of people we are each different. Not only are our minds different, we have freckles and wrinkles and scars that are like constellations on our skin. Each scar and wrinkle tells a story. Whether the scar is from scraping your knee or the crows feet by your eyes are from smiling until your face hurt. Our muscles and bones carry us and allow us to dance, run, hell, even cry. Our bodies are beautiful and miraculous and I think that they are extremely underrated. Fall in love with your body. Fall in love with your best friends thoughts. Fall in love with your mothers smile lines. Fall in love with your lovers muscles that allow them to laugh that joyous laugh.
Reblog if you agree. There’s a ton of stigma from both sides (gay and straight), so let’s let bi folks know we support them!
by sixpenceee user Veiled-Tales
It started out as most horror stories do, slowly. In fact I remember the first day that I saw…”it”. I apologize now for not being able to say it’s name. For now we’ll just call it the “Intruder” I’ve tried many times to warn my friends and family but every time I say it’s name people around me seem to just go blank for a few seconds, then they completely forget that I said anything at all. I have no idea what’s going on, but I seem to be getting ahead of myself. Let me start from the beginning, maybe then I’ll finally be able to explain all of this. I had a relatively normal childhood, in fact nothing too out of the ordinary happened until I was in high school. The very first night it came to me I was laying down to go to sleep. It was just like any other day that transitioned into any other night, or so I thought. As I laid in bed I reminisced about what had happened throughout that day when suddenly I was gripped by a sudden fear. It felt as though my chest had suddenly tightened and I felt the urge to cry instantly. I had no idea why but I could definitely feel it there, though at the time I didn’t know it’s name. The only way I can explain it is a dark, thick, smothering shadow. It doesn’t have a shape, it doesn’t have a face, it’s just there. I knew at that moment that I was no longer alone. I suppose eventually it became bored and slowly faded into the corner of my room and I finally drifted off into a restless sleep. I would soon be having a lot of sleep that felt more like exercise than rest.
I was not expecting that. Holy shit.
THIS IS THE BEST
fuck. read it. you need to read it.
Absolutely beautiful. Please read it!
THIS IS SO GOOD
It’s Bulbasaur blooming season
Lots of variety this year!
A late bloomer!
Water-lily Bulbasaur catching up on the latest gossip at the lake
Wow, looks like thing are getting serious between hibiscus and fuchsia!
I’M SCREAMING
Anxiety Trouble breathing Too much thinking Stomach tied in knots Light headed Feeling dizzy Hyperventilation Minds racing Stress becomes unleashed Shaky hands Goose bumps Cold chills running down my body Heart thumping in my ears
