and i deal with that shit be myself but i'm not feeling ok and really i don't want to talk about it

John Mulaney Sentence Starters
  • "The more you do stuff, the better you get at dealing with how you still fail at it a lot of the time."
  • "All my money is in a savings account. My dad has explained the stock market to me maybe 75 times. I still don't understand it."
  • "It is 100% easier not to do things than to do them, and so much fun not to do them - especially when you were supposed to do them."
  • "In terms of instant relief, canceling plans is like heroin."
  • "I was always the squarest person in the cool room, and alternatively, sometimes the weirder person at the mainstream table."
  • "I have a lot of stories about being a kid because it was the last time I was interesting."
  • "Why do people shush animals? They've never spoken."
  • "A lot of times you're anxious and people say, "Relax. Shut up." And that just feels like, Well, I guess I'm also crazy."
  • "I'm an idiot, but I've shoveled through life rather nicely so far."
  • "I kind of thought, wouldn't it be funny to take a swing at being on the weird side of mainstream?"
  • "I like when things are crazy. Something good comes out of exhaustion."
  • "There's just something really, really funny about someone tearing into me."
  • "Being president looks like the worst job in the world."
  • "Thirteen year olds are the meanest people in the world."
  • "I always though quick sand was gonna be a much bigger problem than it turned out to be."
  • "'Do you want a salad or fries?' that's like asking 'Do you want to go for a jog or freebase cocaine?'"
  • “You have the moral backbone of a chocolate éclair.”
  • “Anyone who’s seen my dick and met my parents needs to die; I can’t have them roaming around. They know too much.”
  • "I was once on the telephone with blockbuster video- Which is a very old fashioned sentence."
  • "I cannot express to you the humiliation of, every Saturday morning, putting on a pair of breakaway pants and never having a reason to break them away -- then they're just pants."
  • "My body is bad at sports: that's the problem."
  • "It was so beautiful today that I only watched four hours of "Law & Order" in my apartment."
  • "I don't look older, I just look worse."
  • "So, I would just have a couple of drinks, and my brain would be like, 'OK, I see where this is headed. We're just going to power down now and get restarted sometime tomorrow morning'."
  • "Here's how easy it was to get away with bank robbery back in the '30s -- as long as you weren't still there when the police arrived, you had a 99% chance of getting away with it."
  • "'Ocean's 11' with women wouldn't work 'cause two would keep breaking off to talk sh*t about the other nine."
  • “Sometimes I’ll be talking to someone, and I’ll be like ‘Yeah, I’ve been really lonely lately’ and they’ll be like ‘Well we should hang out!’ and I’m like ‘No, that’s not what I meant. That’s not what I meant at all.”
  • "We'd all go play jacks by the soda fountain."
  • "No one knows what you're talking about you idiot."
  • "Blackout drinking is when your brain goes to sleep but your body gets all 'Eye of the Tiger' and soldiers on.'
  • "Am I proud of it? No. Just like I'm not proud of the fact that I saw the movie The Notebook in theaters. But it happened!"
  • "You don't know me. I have secrets. Why yesterday I wore my footie pajamas under my clothes and pretended I was a fucking fireman."
  • “Excuse me: I am homeless. I am gay. I have AIDS. I'm new in town.”
  • "Because we're Delta Airlines and life is a fucking nightmare!"
  • "I could never be goth, don't get me wrong, I'm unhappy, it's not that."
  • "To me Person of Interest is almost too flattering. Like, if the police were to pound on my door and go 'A man has been murdered in your building and you are a person of interest' I'd be like 'Moi? Oh do go on. Fresh.' "
  • "Ma'am can you turn off your bluetooth? This is a baptism."
  • "It was really easy to get away with murder before they knew about DNA."
  • "Do you want a plate of fries? If I get fries for the table would you take some? I know you'll eat fries if I get fries!"
  • "I watch so much Law and Order that sometimes I think I'm on an episode of Law and Order."
  • "You asked if I brushed my teeth but I never specified that I did so tonight. If the court reporter reads back my remarks you will see I did not purger myself."
  • "Traveling can get kinda lonely sometimes, actually no that's not the right word, Life. Life can get kinda lonely sometimes."
  • "Scientists have long since wondered if you can make grown men and women cry by playing Tom Jones' It's Not Unusual. And the answer is yes."
  • "Like my god man people are dead! But no you keep stacking those boxes."
  • "You seen this shit? You seen this Home Alone 2: Lost in New York shit?"
  • "As they say in Jerry Maguire, 'You had me at AIDS.'”
  • “Papa, today I met a boy with no eyes.”
  • "Adult life is already so goddamn weird."

anonymous asked:

I'm really sorry if this isn't appropriate to ask - but what is it like to identify with your gender? Like, I don't think I'm trans, I'm ok with my assigned gender, but it's when you see people on here saying "I identify with xx" but i wonder what it is like to identify as anything? It's been happening for ages, but it just worries me. I worry whether I'm NB or agender or something or if I'm actually cis and I'm acting up again. What are your thoughts on NB and agender btw? Thanks.

I honestly don’t really know wtf these people are thinking when they say shit like they identify as x cause it was never a concious thing for me.

I’ve been thinking about this a lot recently actually, so I’m glad you asked. Starting to make the moves towards top surgery so my own “journey” has been on my mind, and this whole Milo Stewart thing… anyhoo, I’ve been thinking. This is gonna be long as fuck, probably.

As a child, and still a follower of god, I remember that i basically spent a lot of time thinking that someone fucked up sonewhere. I’m the kind of person who likes to fix shit when it breaks yknow, it seems I always MacGyver a way, but honestly with this it was like…what can I do? Nothing. I cried a lot about it, how fucked up it was that I wasn’t a boy and couldn’t do anything about it, and eventually that would manifest itself into anger and jealousy of cis boys, but I had I suppose very deeply internalized the thought that there was nothing I could do about it and that successfully supressed the concious thought of wanting to be a boy. Like, I disconnected the thoughts, there was nothing I could do so I just gave up. I was just left with knowing that I didn’t like my body. I stopped asking my mom what I would have been named if I was a boy, I stopped crying and allowing myself to get frustrated about having no options. Cause let’s be real I was like 5 and yknow… changing your sex is a lot more complicated than putting your toys and shit back together. Put it out of my mind…

But then I just got really fucking depressed. I was cutting myself when I’m st was about 10. And i was fat, and my mom married an abusive dickhole. I moved a lot. I just knew I was sad all the time, just wanting to be dead, starting small with being reckless with my body or my life. I didn’t like myself, I didn’t care if I died, often hoped to god I would… the way I describe it is I felt like I was always in the dark, a tunnel with no light. People would be looking forward to the big birthdays like 10 or 16, 18, 21… I had already given up and figured I’d be dead by any of those man. Saw no future for myself. Stuff was rough, but I assumed it was my circumstances.

But there were things about myself that I now feel may or may not have been …“signs” for lack of a better word, and I think I had blinded myself to them. First of all, I rejected femininity at all costs from the moment I knew it was a way to distinguish females from males. I was a tomboy I suppose, but I genuinely disliked being seen as a girl. I thought it was just that I didn’t want to be seen as girly, though. Thinking deeper, I think it was more…it feel I was probably more fixated on it than someone that age would be meant to. Pink was Satan’s color yknow, I would turn into a little hell spawn if you tried to put a dress on me, I hated that my name was so feminine, and later that I grew boobs and had to deal with them. My mom often fought me about how I need to wear bras. She gave me this handout with some cartoon lady, her tits hanging out the bottom of her dress lol… we settled on sports bras. I’m trying to word this without relying too much on sterotypes is the thing, because those don’t really mean much. But I know that I rejected femininity so much, to the point that when someone tried to force it on me or imply any association between it and me I would be deeply fucking offended. If the room was seperated or w.e into male and female, I was angry that I had to be with the girls. I quit playing baseball because moving into the next year meant I had to play with the girls on the softball team. I didn’t want to be with the girls, people would have thought I was “one of them”, whatever that meant to me at the time. I distinctly remember these altercations with family members would lead up them asking “do you want to be a boy or something? Jeez!” Yknow and I’d just kind of freeze and look at them cause in my head I would just kind of go blank. And then I’d just stutter out some sort of no. But I really didn’t know, sometimes I would want to say yes or maybe talk about my confusion but I just… said no.

Got worse when I shaved my head one night in middle school and people would constantly ask me if I was a boy or girl…despite my DD tits.

Anyway, there’s other little things like how I somehow one day as a kid put on men’s underwear, following a suggestion from my older cousin, and have been wearing boxers and shit ever since, very natural transition. I hated that my voice was so high so I would talk slower and try and be more monotone.. but as a teen for some reason, around the time when people are thinking shit like “I’ll be so hot after puberty” I had an issue. In my head for some reason when I thought about what I could look like I always saw the siloette of a man. Tall slender one. In my head I’d always kind of… saw a boy when I thought of myself. Being a sweet boyfriend to some girl and taking on typical male roles in life. I have a deep desire to be be a father one day. Again, lots of (stuff I see now as) jealously and resentment towards cis boys for (what I know now are) generally stuff people would deem as their masculine characteristics and traits. Lol, I just simplified it to self hatred, and how I hated my fatness. The thing that always got me the most was my shadow, my tits bouncing around just put me off, I hated going down stairs. Looked so unnatural, I always thought “why are you here?” I had started trying to find find a more “androgynous” name for myself at this point. Was gonna go with Jordon…

Oh, and…this may be tmi but yknow that phase where we …discover our own bodies and porn, one thing I never understood is why like.. attempting to touch my nipples at all would activate my gag reflex yknow that feeling you get on the sides of your mouth watering letting you know you wanna puke. The chicks in porn seemed to like it (by the by- I discovered porn because of mislabeled music videos on limewire…js) but it made me sick, so that always kind of made me feel …gross? Or if my nipples got hard or brushed against something (big tits+little support so…) I’d feel it. I always seen these things are a burden tbh. Again, just thought it was simple self hatred that could possibly grow put of after puberty…i didnt.

At some point I started becoming a bad little child, lots of drinking and smoking weed daily (still smoke daily, I try and quit sometimes to little sucess) being even more expirmental wirh drugs and reckless with my life, a few attempts on it…and and it’s all worse now that I’ve been allowed behind the wheel, often drunk… cutting myself worse than ever, starting hearing voices, started feeling like I had a guys persona trapped in me and I would express him on the internet where I could be the most comfortable and kind of “lie” and go unchecked… but I did try to be conventionally girly, after I developed shit eating habits and dropped 50lbs in like 2 months. I didn’t really hate my body as much anymore, it was nice feeling thin, but tbh my small frame annoyed me but either way I still didn’t like the fact that people would use language with me that implied I was female. (Young lady, girlfriend, chick, ms.) But still, blind and defeated, I just…went along. Tried to. That shit really didn’t last long, trying to wear makeup and that nonsense…skinny jeans… nah. The illusion of hating my body and myself because I was fat disappeared. My step dad was no longer after around either, but i assumed I was traumatized for the stuff he put my and me thro.

Back tracking a little here, I think I was like 15 or 16 when I had made some fake accounts online, naturally was drawn to my Dylan one the most. It wasn’t until a few years later when I was confronted for lying that I had to think about why I chose to pose as a male. Couldnt think of anything other than “i feel more myself i guess”. One of the chicks i dated on there cheated on me with a Trans man. I started to wonder…. still no fire tho. I said “i guess you have a thing for chicks that wanna be guys” lol…

One day I’m on Facebook and I see my ex gf has changed her name from Jill to Douglas… he got top surgery…see, he dropped out of school, I never knew what happened to him. I knew that he had to go away for a while to deal with issues, but it was painted as if he had just had a breakdown, nobody said anything about gender. I realize that he changed his sex and suddenly it’s like…HOLY FUCKING SHIT, YOU CAN DO THAT?!?!?

Feelings and shit start coming back to me… after I discovered this information i was researching it daily. But then i ran into a transphobic blog (dirt) that made it… really easy for me to go “oh hell no, this isn’t for me” but tbh I still looked online everyday. Eventually I go to see a doctor, I have polycystic ovarian disorder or w.e so it was unrelated to gender but I did ask him about testosterone and he told me if I did it i would get ovarian cancer so I again…defeated. But as usual, I still looked everyday just trying to get an answer somewhere, convinced that eventually I would have enough information on the topic to get a definitive yes or no to my “am I’m a ftm?” related questions… I bought myself a binder to “see how it goes”. They suck but..

Some therapy sessions and suicide attempts and hospitalizations later I finally said to myself “nigga you look this shit up so much you’ve run out of shit to search, Google is tired of your ass clearly you are if you can’t get it off your mind” and decided to just go with it, see where it takes me. I don’t regret this at all, I don’t feel like I’m in the dark anymore. I realized I hated my body because it didn’t look like the siloette in my head, binding made me love my shadow. I actually see light, I am able to plan a future for myself and actually see it as conceivable and that I’m worth it enough to try. I don’t hate my reflection anymore. I rarely cut myself. My last attempt was like 2013 or something.. it’s cheesy I think, but I feel like I’m actually living now, and wanting to for the most part, instead of just settling for shit as it is and being miserable. I never thought i would be one of those confident people who actually likes themselves lol sometimes its still very surreal and foreign to me, i had gotten so used to feeling hopeless… There’s still bad days, scary stuff I have to deal with, and I’m putting my body thro a lot to be read correctly every day. I think I bruised my ribs or something recently, it hurts to move and breathe…but it’s worth it to me cause I know in the end that first of all now that I’ve opened this box ive can’t go back, even thinking about going back reminds me of how bad I felt all the time and secondly I feel wrong otherwise.

So, to finally get to the concept of “identifying as something” I really don’t get it. Sorry, i dont. If you stuck with me this long, you’ll notice that I mentioned nothing of tumblr, gender spectrums, exploring my identity, breaking down gender roles, getting to be whatever I ID as, how it needs to be validated and whatever else people say these days to pass off their misunderstanding of what it’s like to grow up with dysphoria. The whole battle happened in my head with very little outside influences or sources. It’s why I believe there is a division between what’s being called transtrenders and actual trans people, one seems to completely erase all the shit a Trans person has to go through just to claim some label, when the “actually trans” people yknow…their story is probably similar to mine in some ways.

But it’s not that I dont believe NB or all the little identities themselves are all bullshit see, I just don’t get why so much of it seems to rely on outside sources. I want to be clear, I’m speaking of people such as Milo Stewart, someone who considers themselves trans because they think it’ll be fun one day to be a “gender confusion”. She’s doing it cause she thinks it’ll be great getting reactions from people, I do it so i can stand to see my own reflection. I feel like “i identity as” is arbitrary and just based in bad information being pushed by the left and snowflakes. Conceptually stuff like agender or bigender are plausible but I’ve seen time and time again that it tends to boil down to gender politics and being trendy. That’s not to say it can’t happen, but I don’t think this surge is due to an already existing community that has found a voice, let me put it like that. I think it comes from bad information being fed to impressionable young people who are confused and/or too caught up in the sjw scene. The “identity” stuff is strange to me because it seems purposely worded to be very open to interpetation, making it all pretty meaningless in the big picture of it all. I don’t do this to make a social statement or claim pity points or so I can dismantle the patriarchy and the oppressive binary it apparently put in… first of all, science is all thing, gender isn’t a social construct completely disconnected to biology and finally, I’m just trying to live my life here. It’s my only motivation.

And…not to sound petty, but just as journey to come to this conclusion was internal, the validity of me being a man is as well. I don’t need to make a big fuss over other people validating it because it was never about them to begin with. It’s a telling thing I see all the time with these… “political trangender” types. That’s a lot of what’s wrong with the “I say so therefore it is” mentality often displayed when it comes to some of this shit. It can be taken in any direction when there’s only really 2 possibly 3 to choose from. No more.

Another thing, it annoys me how these people, those who say stuff like “you don’t need dysphoria to be trans” is it really strikes me as… yknow how black people say “y'all wanna be seen as a nigga but don’t wanna live the life of a nigga” it really is the same thing to me and it bugs me that these kind of people are are so loud. For someone like Milo, who does not have to wake up daily and put on T, bind, deal with the pains associated, be selective over what he can wear…like he can run across the street to the store and not panic about being called the wrong thing cause she’s said she’s comfortable with her body and everything. In my head it’s the cancer cell argument. You transition to get rid of dysphoria, you get kemo to get rid of cancer. If there was nothing wrong to begin with then why seek treatment? And then to elect yourself yourself the spokesman of trans people? And people will say “you don’t have to suffer to be trans!” Hunny suffering is part of the buisness, we suffer BECAUSE we are trans, not because we want to qualify for the Trans Team. I’m pretty sure that most trans people…vast majority, suffer because they were not born as the gender they want to be. The fact that people think you don’t need dysphoria is the same thing to me as saying they have no qualms with their body, so why are they representing themselves the way they do? Representing me with their …bad information of this life…

But again, that’s not to say i think being something like bigender is impossible. I know they can have dysphoria but that generally doesn’t seem like a focal point until it’s needed as trump card, in my experience. The sjw shit always comes first while I’m just like “I’m a man….kind of all there is to it” I’m sorry but I kind of wish they wouldn’t be merged as one, at the very least they’re too different. But that touches into something I don’t like about LGBT as a whole being lumped together, but thats a different topic.

I feel pushed out of the community anyway because honestly it’s like… these people hell bent on blurring the lines of the binary and what it means to be trans are kind of fucking up my end goal, transiting to fit in with binary men. All this talk about not needing dysphoria… I’m sorry, you’re a cross dresser then, please stop …confusing everyone.

There’s more info in the FAQ that go deeper into some stuff I’ve previously said about NB and some of the common identities.

I know it’s long, but it’s been a bit since I fully spelled out my perspective on the topic so..plus, like I said, I’ve been thinking.

Yknow, I’m very happy that the sjw “movement” seems to be imploding on itself.

-B

anonymous asked:

hi megs, recently i've been pursuing my autism diagnosis and i've run into this wierd thing when talking to people about it. nearly everyone wants to "assure" me that i'm high functioning and not autistic but aspergers. i'm really confused and don't understand why. how do i deal with it without being rude?

hiya sweetpea !! this happens to me a lot too. just the other day my auntie said “oh wow you’re autistic? you must be like, the highest possible end of the spectrum, although i think girls are always less autistic than boys” and then she continued to say nonsensical & ignorant upsetting things for like fifteen whole minutes while i stood and stared at her blankly..

this is likely to be something that you hear frequently, probably forever. which sucks. a lot. i know. some things that i have done to try and toughen myself up/help me deal with it:

  • learn some facts/statistics. when people say stuff to me like “oh but aspergers is different” or “you must be very high functioning” i use a script: “actually the term ‘aspergers’ has been abolished in the US and will be soon in the UK. the high to low spectrum is an inaccurate and ignorant way to judge someone’s struggles and/or abilities, not that you should be, anyway. if i described my characteristics and struggles on a bad day, you would assume i was low functioning and pity me. if i described a good day, you would assume i was high functioning and disregard me and what i go through. i am not on the autistic spectrum, i am the autistic spectrum.” something like this. (i have scripts i fall back on but the wording will always differ slightly due to my poor memory).
  • read validating things online. read the diagnostic criteria. make a list of how these aspects affect you. write about your struggles. write about the delights of being autistic. read it all through every day if you have to. don’t doubt yourself. your autism is valid. carry around a folded up piece of paper in your purse listing your more obvious autistic traits. get it out on the bus shakily after someone tells you “you dont seem autistic” read it. read it over and over. grit your teeth, know that you are strong and valid. you’ve not only been reading about autism but you, yourself, are autistic. what do these ignorant acquaintances know? a lot less than you, thats for sure.
  • you could also let people know that being autistic isn’t inherently a bad thing. tell them that saying “ohh you don’t seem autistic though” or “well you would never know it” or “at least it’s only aspergers”and patting your arm awkwardly, is not a compliment. its ok to be angry and blunt about it. its ok to be harsh. this gets tiring when you do it multiple times a day. make sure they know you wont tolerate any ignorant shit, because you don’t have to. you are autistic and you are not to be pitied or placated. you are to be accommodated and accepted unquestioningly. remind them that aspergers doesn’t exist. it’s all just autism. we’re all autistic. sometimes i snap on a bad day and inform the ignorant person(s) (sarcastically) that “it may only be ‘aspergers’ *insert angry air quotations* but i bet you didn’t spend 45 minutes vomiting and crying because your porridge was the wrong texture this morning. i bet you weren’t late to class this morning because even just stepping outside your front door was debilitatingly overwhelming. do you know i cant stand being late? i’m 45 minutes early, everywhere i go. because i’m 45 minutes late my already unmanageable day is falling apart at its weak pathetic seams. please do not demean or disregard my struggles based on ignorant pre-assumptions.” and then i often leave the room, partially for dramatic flair, probably because i’m also in tears. 

I’m not saying you should necessarily be deliberately unkind or harsh, but we already live in a society that is almost designed exclusively for neurotypicals to thrive in. being autistic is an uphill battle a lot of the time. there are positives, of course. but we deal with enough. we don’t always have to politely deal with ignorant people who think they’re entitled to an opinion on our disability. especially when they think they’re helping, but are actually setting back out progress in self-acceptance + love. 

i hear these things so often i’ve considered typing up a pamphlet and carrying it around to hand out to people…

please stay strong! dealing with this stuff on a frequent basis is exhausting. know that your anger, frustration + whatever else is 100% valid. being kind is of course lovely, but you don’t owe anyone anything. you don’t always have to be reasonable. try not to feel guilty about being harsh if you just can’t deal with it. for me, personally, sometimes i’m harsh sheerly for self preservation. because i know i have to look out for myself first, always. because everything is way too much to deal with as it is, and my self-acceptance is fragile at best. 

anyways i feel very strongly on this issue and i hope this was somewhat helpful! other people are welcome to contribute! 

good morning world

and to the punk who compared me to donald trump because I dont want to share my reasoning for talking shit about a cartoon character before I blocked them, go fuck yourself.

you wanna know why im mad at ford that badly, huh??? I was good and ready to keep this bullshit off of tumblr so everyone could be happy but apparently that’s not good enough for you. APPARENTLY I have to explain every aspect of my life that disagrees with how you feel or else im the worst person alive.

cliffnotes version, last year was extremely tough for me. I was dealing with an emotionally abusive relationship and the trauma I still suffered afterword, self-harm, poor performance in school, constant emotional breakdowns, and a heaping helping of mental health issues.

it was also the year I got back into gravity falls! and over time dipper and mabel became like comfort objects to me, something I could hold on to through all of that. I see a lot of myself in both of them, and I’m very protective of them. they are immensely important to me. so yeah, when damvtf aired, I freaked out! I saw someone encouraging dipper to throw himself into danger and hurt himself further for the sake of knowledge, and someone brushing mabel aside, calling her “suffocating”, and I watched her fall to the ground with no promise as to whether or not she would be ok. I was beyond devastated.

and whether or not you, personally, think that’s true or that it was fords fault, has nothing to do with this. I don’t care. I’m not going to come after you like you’ve come after me. the bare fact of the matter is, for VERY PERSONAL REASONS, dipper and mabel both helped me cope with a really shitty point in my life, and I saw ford as a threat to that. hell, maybe I even know in the rational part of my brain that what I feel about him is kinda unreasonable!! but who fuckin cares!!! he’s not a real person he’s a cartoon character!!!!

and like, in the flip side of that, if you are someone who is a fan of ford, maybe even uses ford to cope the way I do with the twins, I respect that. I will not try to bring you down. the worst I’m gonna do is vagueblog about the community on twitter, which I have a right to. I’m not attacking anyone.

and I am so sick and tired of being forced to explain my personal life in order to justify a harmless opinion. I’ve had to do this so many times at this point. why do you care? why do you fucking care, so much that you put this energy into trying to make me feel bad, into forcing me to write huge posts like this? I’m so tired of it. I want to be allowed to talk frankly about how I feel without being demonized for it, especially when I’m doing it on a completely different website than this one.

the signs from a cancer's perspective based on people they know
  • aries: i admire you but you are too aggressive at times. though, you have a ton of energy that i find really refreshing
  • taurus: I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WE ARE HOMIES FOR LIFE!!!!!!!! INSTANT FRIENDSHIP!!!!!!
  • gemini: ok, you're cool (sometimes) but i can't handle your flakiness and all the shit you lie about.
  • cancer: i feel you
  • leo: OMFG i can't deal with you for extended periods of time. stfu i don't care what you have to say but at the same time, i always care... so continue
  • virgo: always good conversations and your views on everything are always spot on. go you!!!!
  • libra: i want to like you and i do, it's just i always feel on edge whenever i'm around you. but you and i both want to help people so that's cool
  • scorpio: ily let's party ily
  • saggitarius: crazy af but somehow i end up surrounding myself with you guys. however, i hate that you don't stray away from your clique at all and always gang up on people!!!!!!!
  • capricorn: at first, i don't like you, but then i get to know you and we end up going on really cool adventures and having the best time
  • aquarius: fuck no. one second i can manage being around you and the next second i want to jump off a plateau. also, stop talking shit cause everyone finds out. s/o to that one aquarian i know who rocks tho
  • pisces: you're weird af (in a good way) but we're homies cause WATER SIGNS UNITE!!!!!!