biggest lie in the world

It is worth remembering, whenever REGs try to insist that they are the majority in the community, that posts on this blog get hundreds of notes every single day. Of those, only a few are ever reblogs with negative commentary left unchecked. Once every few days, someone in exclusionist circles will reblog them and I’ll see a few negative notes pop up for a day, maybe two, always the same names, and then for days or weeks at a time there will be nothing but people saying how happy they are to see these posts, or that they fully support our content.

The biggest lie REGs tell themselves and the world is that they are anything more than a fringe element that knows how to shout really really loudly.

Coffee

Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 4,767

Description: Jungkook is a normal person, he has a perfect girlfriend and a bright future. Until he meets a girl in a coffee shop one day. After that his life is never the same again. 


Originally posted by sugutie

I had a plan. Get good grades a good job, then fall in love with my soulmate. The problem with plans, though, you see … Is that sometimes they do not happen as planned.

Running through the pouring rain is never pleasant, but when you are walking to a coffee shop to meet your friend and it unexpectedly starts to rain you have no choice. When I finally got to the little coffee shop I hurriedly walked through the door, and scanned the room looking for my friend. But she was late, as per usual.

I sighed and checked my phone, no new messages. Scanning the room I looked for an empty to table, to  discover that there are none. What I did see, though, was a guy sitting by himself at the very back of the shop with a book in his hand. I squinted my eyes to see what book it is, but he was too far away.

I took out my phone again and dialled my friend’s number. “Boyoung? Where are you?” I asked her the moment she picked up, not bothering with any form of greeting.

“I’ll be there in like twenty minutes, find us a table.” She said to me, but before I could tell her the shop is full she hung up.

After waiting in line and getting a coffee I scanned the coffee store again to see if anyone has left, but it almost seemed like more people have gotten here since I last looked around. I looked back at the guy with the book, trying to see the cover once again to no prevail. Without thinking first, I there out my coffee cup and walked right up to him and sat across from him at his table. Doing things like this was not a usual thing for me, you see, because I was extremely introverted. He looked up at me, his eyes wide and body rigid. “Hi.” I said with a smile that I tried to make as friendly as possible, it must not have been, though, because he still looked rigid. After he did not respond for a few moments I asked the question I came over here for, “What book are you reading?”

After a moments pause he held up the book for me to see, “Of Mice and Men.” He said. I was surprised by the sound of his voice, it wasn’t what I expected it to sound like. His facial features stunned me for a few moments, and I couldn’t help but stare at him. “Are you alright?” The question had confusing oozing out of it.

“What? … Oh, yeah.” I said, “Of Mice and Men, I read that book. I didn’t really like it.” I read it a few years ago when I saw it at the library, and I found it rather boring.

“Really?” He asked, a hint of a smirk coming onto his face as he sits up and puts his elbows onto the table. I pasted a smirk on my face as well. “I love it, I have read it six times. It never gets old.”

“I don’t see how you could like it that much, is it the only book you’ve ever read?” I didn’t mean for that to come out rude … But I feel like it did.

He chuckles, “No I have read plenty of books. This just happens to be my favourite.” The boy stared into my eyes for a few moments before asking his next question, “What is your favourite book, then?”

I tilted my head a little, “I love a lot of books. I simply can not pick a favourite.”

“Do you know what the biggest lie in the world is?” He asked me out of the blue. I thought about his question for a few moments and carefully tried to pick an answer.

“Global Warming?” I said, making him chuckle.

“Promises.” The boy simply said. “Millions are broken each day … and most people that break them don’t even care.”

I nodded my head, “There is no greater fraud than a promise not kept.” For a few moments there are no words spoken, we just looked at each other.

“What’s your name?” He asked me.

“I’m (Y/N).” How did I forget to say my name earlier?

“I’m Jungkook. Nice to meet you.” Jungkook and I continued to talk about our interests and our lives. We realized that we went to the same college, “Really? Wouldn’t I remember a face like yours?” Is what he said, making me blush.

“Jungkook?” Said a voice from behind me, and we both looked to see a girl standing there. “Who is this?” She was very pretty and despite it pouring outside she did not have a hair out of place or a stitch of clothing that was wet.

“This is (Y/N), I just met her now. She goes to our school.” He said and looked at me again. I didn’t really know what to do, the table had only two chairs. I decided to stand up and leave, the moment I stand the girl took my seat.

“Hi! I’m Jungkook’s girlfriend, Nayeon.” She said with a smile. For some reason, though, it seemed insincere.

“Nice to meet you … Well, I have to get going. It was nice to meet you both.” I said and turned around, walking away. Boyoung still wasn’t there yet, and it had got to have been at least a half hour. I guess I’ll just leave then, I remember thinking. I can’t wait here any longer, I have been here long enough.

“Wait!” Jungkook said running up to me and grabbing my arm softly to turn me around. “Take this.” He exclaimed and handed me his umbrella. It was black and has a rather basic design but says is name on the handle.

“N-No I couldn’t.” I stuttered trying to hand it back to him, but he put his hands behind his back stubbornly. I remember smiling and saying, “Thank you. Goodbye Jungkook.” After that I turned around and walk out the door, leaving him standing there.

Months have went by since that day in the coffee shop, and Jungkook had almost completely left my mind … But not quite. I still thought of him when I see a copy of “Of Mice and Men”, I still thought of him when I saw his umbrella in my house … and I thought of him when I saw him at school with his arm around his girlfriend. He had not seen me once, I made sure of that. But I saw him. Boyoung noticed me looking at him sitting with a full table of friends and his girlfriend one day and leaned over and said to me, “That’s Jeon Jungkook. He’s a Junior too. He’s one of the most popular guys around, and that’s his girlfriend Nayeon. She is one of the most popular girls around. He has been completely and utterly in love with her for years.” A pain jabbed at my chest, it was an unidentified pain that I have never experienced in my whole life. Looking back at it now, though, it was nothing compared to the pain the Jungkook would soon face.

The next day I walked to meet Boyoung in the second floor bathroom as per usual, when I ran into him. As he hit me I dropped two of my books, which he automatically bent over to pick up. When he stood up straight again recognition was immediately written all over his face. “(Y/N)!” He exclaimed, still holding my books.

“Jungkook!” I said as if I haven’t seen him since that day, which was a lie. “How have you been?”

“I’ve been great. The same, really.” Jungkook said with a careless shrug. There really was nothing more I could have said to him, it was weird because I had thought about it a million times what I would say to him if we ever came face to face again. But in that moment I was speechless.

“Um, well I have to go.” I said awkwardly, and Jungkook’s face contorted in an indescribable way. Then he handed me my books quickly, probably realizing he was still holding them.

As I started to walk down the hall a voice stopped me, “I’m reading it again.” Jungkook said. I turned around to see him standing in the middle of the hall looking at me. He walked forward until he was right in front of me, “Of Mice and Men. I’m reading it again.”

I chuckled, “Oh. Well … Enjoy it.”

“Do you want to get coffee sometime?” He blurted, what about his girlfriend? “As friends.”

“Uh… Yeah, sure!” I said, and saw a small smile forming on the boys lips. Jungkook said he would text me, when I gave him my number we parted ways again. As promised he texted me that night, and we talked until the wee hours. We had decided to meet for coffee in that same little shop on that upcoming Saturday, which only left me a few days to think of what I would say to him. I was sure that this was a bigger deal to me than it was to him, but what I didn’t know at the time was that he was equally as distressed as me.

That Friday everything was normal, nothing out of the ordinary. I saw Jungkook at lunch with his arm around her, and saw the adoration in his eyes when he looked at her. Every time I looked at you with her it felt like my heart was being ripped out of my chest and repeatedly stomped on, but I could never look away either.

Saturday finally came, after spending too long picking out an outfit I was finally ready to meet him. As I arrived I saw the familiar boy sitting at the same table, holding the same old tattered copy of that book. I smiled as I walked towards the table, “Is this seat taken?” I asked with a smirk.

Jungkook looked up at me, his face instantly lighting up. “Yeah actually.” We both chuckled as I sat down and looked at his book again.

“Still reading that, huh?” He nodded his head, “Do you read anything else?”

“Yes, I read a lot of different novels. I especially like the classics, A Tale of Two Cities, Moby Dick… Stuff like that.” Jungkook said, carefully putting the book down beside him and he handed me one of the two coffees.

“A Tale of Two Cities … I love that book.” I remember being genuinely surprised that someone like him could love such a novel. After getting to know him more, though, I look back and laugh at how foolish I was to be shocked. “I also enjoy Pride and Prejudice.”

“A lady’s imagination is very rapid; it jumps from admiration to love, from love to matrimony in a moment.” Jungkook said in a voice that to this day I assume was one trying to imitate Mr Darcy. I remember laughing at his impression and then we went into an argument on whether Mr Darcy was worthy of Elizabeth’s love or not. “He might have looked like a bad guy, but he just wanted love.” Jungkook had said, I wondered at the time why he would assume such a thing.

After hours of talking about books we enjoyed and our stressful classes, Jungkook got a text from his girlfriend. “One second.” He had said, his smile instantly dropping as he pulled out his phone. “It’s Nayeon, she wants me to come to her house.” Jungkook had said.

Me, being the naive person I was, had wondered why she wanted him to come to her house at such an hour. “Why?” I asked him, confusing laced in my voice.

Jungkook looked up at me from his phone, pure astonishment written all over his face. He told me a while later that he had wondered how someone could be so pure and innocent. Nevertheless he had said, “She wants to have sex.” I remember not expecting such a blunt statement to fall from his lips, and I choked on my coffee. I don’t know why, but I didn’t think that they were having sex. “It’s not that big a deal, (Y/N), we do it all the time.” He had said while chuckling.

“I assume you have to go then, you can’t keep her waiting.” I said, my tone full of venom. Jungkook stared at me for a few moments, unblinking. Then he finally nodded and stood. I don’t know why, but I had expected him to say that he did not want to go. That he wanted to stay. A while after that I remember bringing that night up to Jungkook, he said that he actually did not want to leave but rather stay with me talking all night long. He had left, though, which he said was one of the many mistakes made by Jeon Jungkook.

Every Saturday for the next three months Jungkook and I met for coffee at that same little shop to discuss books and other random things. We always sat at the exact same table and ordered the same coffee, there was an unspoken rule that whoever showed up first would order both of the coffees and wait at the table for the other. One night Jungkook explained why Of Mice and Men held such a deep meaning to him, because of the deep bond between Lennie and George. “Their bond was so unbreakable that even death couldn’t break them apart. George killed Lennie out of nothing but love and Lennie had nothing but complete adoration for George even as he took his final breath.” Jungkook had said.

“I have never thought of it like that.” I remember saying after Jungkook’s deep explanation, “I guess I always just assumed that George didn’t like Lennie as much as Lennie liked him. I assumed that George killed Lennie because he felt it was his obligation, almost like Lennie was George’s dog.” I said.  

I remember Jungkook leaning closer to me as he looked into my eyes, not a word had been spoken but a message had been passed between us. I didn’t quite know what the message was at the time, and still don’t quite know the exact meaning … but it all became more clear with time.

“Do you love her?” I had asked Jungkook one night as we sat there sipping our coffee, “Nayeon I mean.”

Jungkook had looked at me then nodded his head, “I love her so much, she is my everything. She is the reason I wake up in the morning, the reason I try hard in school. So that we can eventually have a life together, I want to be able to provide for her forever.” It was in that moment that I knew it was time to give up my crush on him, to finally let Jungkook go.

The next Saturday I did not show up at the little coffee shop, but I walked by and saw Jungkook sitting there an hour and a half later by himself, two coffee cups in front of him. He was staring at the door, a look of hopelessness in his eyes. I knew what I had done was an awful thing, but I didn’t know what I could have said to you. I had decided to let you go but I knew that I still had lingering feelings. So I kept walking right past the coffee shop and into the local restaurant, where I was meeting my date, Park Jimin. We had a lovely date where we talked and talked and talked. I really want to like him, wanted to fully give myself to him as Jungkook had done with Nayeon. But I couldn’t. Not yet.

The week dragged by, Jimin and I had exchanged a few texts and decided to meet again that Sunday at the park. Jungkook had not been to school once that week, and without him Nayeon looked rather lost at lunch with his friends. That Saturday I was home alone when I got the sudden urge to go for a walk, and my feet took me past our coffee shop. Jungkook had been sitting there with two coffees even though it was over an hour after our usual meeting time. He was staring at the door with a faraway look, shattering my heart to pieces as I turned around and walked back to my house.

The next day I met Jimin at the park where we walked around and he bought me a candy apple that some man was walking around selling. We had both shared it and ate every last bit of it. Overall I had enjoyed the day, but for the majority of it I had been thinking of him. I had wondered what he had been doing, if he was with her. If he was thinking of me. He surely wasn’t, I had concluded. He is happily in love with his soulmate.

The next week Jimin and I had texted more than we had the previous week, and on Saturday he texted me asking if I wanted to go get coffee. “Yeah sure.” I had sloppily typed back to him with a smiley face, and he texted me the address of where to meet. My heart stopped. It was Jungkook and I’s shop. It was too late to cancel on Jimin now, so I got ready and left to meet him. When I arrived I saw a message from Jimin saying he would be there shortly, so I had decided to walk in and get our drinks. When I entered the store it was empty, except for one person sitting at the back with two coffees. “What do I do?” I had thought, “There is no way to avoid him. He has probably already seen me.” Since he was so in love with Nayeon, though, did it even matter?

Jungkook looked up and had saw me a second later, his face lighting up like I had never seen it do before. Even brighter than when he looked into her eyes. “You came.” He said softly as he stood up, and I only heard him because the store had been empty. “I was starting to think you were done with our Saturday co-” Jungkook had been saying as the bell dinged indicating someone new had entered the shop. I turned slightly to see Jimin smiling at me.

“Hey (Y/N)! Did you order yet?” Jimin asked me, before answering I looked back at Jungkook to see the deflated look on his face as he stared at us. “Who’s this?”

“I’m Jungkook, (Y/N)’s friend.” Jungkook said with a forced smile, cracking my heart.

“Nice to meet you man, I’m Jimin, her boyfriend.” Boyfriend? To this day I don’t recall ever defining our relationship, as he said that I saw the look in Jungkook’s eye. One that can not be described by the saddest of words or descriptive of adjectives.

“Nice to meet you too. Well … I should get going.” Jungkook said, slowly walking to the trash can and throwing out two coffee cups.

After that night I had not seen Jungkook for a while, I had not bothered to walk past the coffee shop every Saturday and had not seen him at school. Once I was so desperate that I had even asked Nayeon where he was, trying to sound casual of course. “He has been sick for the last week and a half, I don’t know what he has, though.” Nayeon had said, I decided that I should go to his house to see if he was alright. Anyone that had been sick for that long might deserve a visit. “Don’t ask me, though. Because he broke up with me.” Nayeon had said to me, making my eyes turn into saucers.

“Why?” I had asked the girl.

“He said he was in love with someone else, that he tried to forget her but couldn’t. If I ever find the bitch I will kill her.” Nayeon said with are hatred in her voice, it would have scared me usually, but then I didn’t care. My vision started to blur and I heard a ringing in my ears, who was he in love with?

The next Saturday I showed up to the coffee shop at least a half hour before our meeting time was originally. I wondered if he still came here every week after a month of me ditching, I was going to find out. I ordered our two coffees and sat at the table to wait. I had broken up with Jimin the day before, apologizing for leading him on but saying I couldn’t love him like he deserved. He seemed kind of sad but not heartbroken. I looked down at the table and heard the familiar chime of the bell, as I looked up I saw him. Jungkook. Standing at the door with astonishment written all over his face. I couldn’t help but notice how depressed he looked, which I thought was because of his break up, but he had later told me it was because of me. He quickly walked to the table and didn’t say a word but sat down across from me. “Y-You came.” He said.

I laughed at him and handed him his coffee, “Jungkook I have something to tell you.” This was going to be it, I was going to tell him how I felt.

“I love you.” He blurted, beating me to it. “I tried to stop thinking about you but simply couldn’t. From that first day we met my feelings grew each time. I realized I loved you a couple of months ago, but I realized just how much I love you when I saw you show up a couple of weeks ago. Then I felt true heartbreak for the first time in my life when your boyfriend walked through that door.”

For a few moments I had stared at him, mouth agape. “I love you too, Jungkook. When I saw you with her at school it felt like a little piece of me was dying each time. Every week I met you here and you talked about her it killed me. I pretended I didn’t care, though, because sometimes its easier to pretend that you don’t care, than to admit it’s killing you.” Jungkook then stood up and pulled me up too, and we had passionately kissed in the middle of the coffee shop, which had become our safe haven.

It had been two years since that night, and they have been like a dream. Jungkook and I had moved in together and we were two of the happiest people you’ll ever meet. All dreams have to end, though, and ours did.

One day I felt a pain in my side, thinking it was nothing I had went to the doctor to see what it was. It wasn’t nothing. I had cancer. Since they had not noticed it until then they informed me that it was too late to treat it, and I would be dead within the next six months. I contemplated for the rest of the day whether or not I should tell Jungkook, my cancer would kill him more than it was killing me. After much thought I decided not to tell him until I absolutely had to, I knew it was wrong but I couldn’t have him looking at me differently. Every time he looked into my eyes I couldn’t have him be wondering if it’d be the last time. I had to spare him of that torture.

Eventually I got worse, but when he came home from work each night I put on my best happy face and wiped away my tears. We made love six times a week as usual, I made him dinner every night as usual, and every Saturday night we would go to that coffee shop as usual.

I began to write a letter to my beloved Jungkook, knowing that my time was coming to a close. I actually couldn’t believe how well I hid my sickness, but I did. I put on triple the amount of makeup I had before I got sick, even though Jungkook constantly told me I didn’t need any makeup to look beautiful. If only he had known the real reason.

The day I died was a breezy day, I remember telling Jungkook to wear his jacket even though he protested saying he didn’t need one. I don’t remember much of what happened after that, though. I remember sitting on the couch and finishing the letter to him, and just as I sealed the envelope my mind went blank. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I fell to the floor, my breath slowing, and within minutes stopping altogether. When Jungkook had come home that night panic rushed over him as he saw my lifeless body on the floor, and after a half hour of holding my cold body in his arms he began to read the letter.

“My dearest Jungkook, my true love. You can’t imagine how hard it was for me to write this letter to you. I had cancer, Jungkook. Since June when I was diagnosed, I didn’t tell you because I could’t have you look at me like I was already gone. There was nothing we could have done about it, I was already too far gone by the time they found it. I wrote this letter as a way to say goodbye to you, but it is a million times harder than I thought it would be. Maybe because goodbyes hurt when the story is not finished and the book has been closed forever … That’s us Jungkook. Our story has not been finished yet, but my illness has cut it short. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry. You deserved better. You deserve someone that isn’t sick, but well. I would say someone that will love you forever, but you already have someone that will love you forever. Me. I will never stop loving you no matter what happens to me or what you do when I’m gone. I wonder what will go through your mind when someone mentions my name? Will you eventually forget me? I know everything happens for a reason, but sometimes I wish I knew what the reason I have to leave you is. You are my best friend, Jungkook. You are my human diary, my other half. You mean the world to me and I love you. For it was not into my ear you whispered, by my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my heart. I will never stop missing you, and the me I was when I was with you. As someone wise once said ‘Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened.’ That’s what I have been trying to do, you see, but I have failed. I hope you will try and succeed better than I did. I love you. - (Y/N)” After reading that letter Jungkook had yelled at the top of his lungs until his voice went hoarse. he had yelled at the universe, asking why it had taken me away from him.

“I will wait for you (Y/N), because I will never want anyone else.” He had whispered to my lifeless body.

He had stayed true to his promise, it has been thirty years now and Jungkook had not done as much as looked at another woman. Every morning before he left for work he stared at a picture of me and every evening he would reread my letter then cry into his pillow for a while. One night he even said “I miss the me I was when you were here, (Y/N).” He didn’t think I could hear him of course, but I could. Sometimes he would talk to me, and those moments were the only joy I got after my life had ended.

I know I’m selfish but the day that Jungkook passes on and joins me will be the best day of my life and afterlife, better than the day we met or the day we confessed our love to each other or even better than our wedding day.  

anonymous asked:

Can I just say how grateful I am that you write Martha Wayne the way I've always wanted to read about for YEARS

Thomas and Martha Wayne as kind and gentle souls who lived a wholesome rich people life is nice and all, but it does not explain a grown-ass man dressing up like a bat to solve crime

Solution: Waynes are fucking weirdos, fite me canon

anonymous asked:

"The biggest lie REGs tell themselves and the world is that they are anything more than a fringe element that knows how to shout really really loudly." That made me cry bc I see so much hate against some part of who I am, be the fact I'm nb, or ace, or grey aro, and this made me feel a lot better, it makes me realize that the world's not as full of hate as I originally thought. Thank you <3

You are loved, Anon, by many more than you might ever know. And you are worthy of that love and always will be.

This Love

Anyway, it turns out there’s something that comes after Wildest Dreams. Because the idea that you’ll end a relationship cleanly, and walk away unscathed? That he’ll remember you fondly, and you’ll stop thinking about him, because that’s what grown-ups do?

It’s a fucking lie. It’s the biggest lie in the world. It’s always messy. It always goes on longer than seems possible or bearable. Sometimes it never gets better, and then you have to find a way to let it go. Sometimes it does, and then you have to navigate something even more complicated and impossible: being close with someone you used to be in love with.

This Love doesn’t specify what kind of love it’s talking about. It’s littered with allusions to other songs on the album: in silent screams and wildest dreams, for starters. I Know Places’ loose lips sink ships all the damn time becomes been losing grip / oh, sinking ships. 1989’s various cheek-kisses take a final bow in the bridge.

The song starts at the edge of the ocean: clear blue water / high tide came and brought you in / and I could go on and on and I will / skies grew darker / currents came and swept you out again / and you were just gone and gone and gone. For the first time, the push and pull of a relationship isn’t cast as all or nothing, burning flames / or paradise. Instead it’s tidal: unsettled and unsettling, but not breaking, or broken.

The chorus promises the same series of returns: this love is good / this love is bad / this love is alive, back from the dead / these hands had to let it go free and / this love came back to me. The song is quiet and delicate, by turns hopeful and exhausted by hope. The ocean laps at the same shore every day, and every time it does the pressure of the water transforms the coastline, making it new again, or at least different. A relationship that doesn’t end can seem like a way of getting stuck, but every time you leave and come back again, you come back different. It takes tens or hundreds or maybe thousands of days, of deciding to stay and leave and stay again, but one day you wake up and recognize that you’re miles from where you thought you were. You were moving all along.

The bridge ends on a line that promises hope: when you’re young / you just run / but you come back / to what you need. Or it’s hopeful if you assume that what they need, ultimately, is each other. Or maybe it’s hopeful either way: if they stop coming back, it’s because they’ve learned enough from each other, and don’t need to come back to same places, anymore.

Were Okay

Boy: Luke

Rating: PG-13

Anonymous requested: Can you please write an imagine where you and luke are arguing and luke left you then he came back again and he kept saying sorry

“I feel like you don’t even give a shit anymore!” Luke’s voice raises, and you can’t help but flinch. He hardly ever yells at you, but when he does you know it’s serious.

“Look I’m sorry! I knew you were gonna be tired after playing two shows a day and I was busy so I didn’t call you for a few days,” you try to reason with him, standing in the warmth of the Sydney twilight outside of the apartment you share.

The band has been touring Australia for the past two weeks now, and with a hometown show they were back for a few days off. You knew the schedule was crazy and you didn’t want to seem like a thorn in Luke’s side, so when it was past the time you would normally call him you hadn’t. But now one missed night had turned into three and he here he is fuming in front of you.

“It’s not just the phone calls y/n. Even when we do talk you never put anything into the conversation and it’s like I’m talking to a fucking robot!”

“Luke I don’t understand what you want from me,” you lower your voice, hoping he will as well.

“Fucking hell y/n I just want you to pretend like you give a damn about this- about me, us, anything!” His voice stays the same volume, maybe even growing louder. You’re too upset to tell. A married couple passes the two of you on the sidewalk, throwing a wary glance.

“Well my fucking bad for not being clingy and letting you reach your dreams,” you yell back, your own frustration growing.

The next words out of his mouth might as well have been a bullet.

“I could reach my dreams without you Y/N, you act like I need you.”

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Dear Nonbinary, Genderqueer, Agender, Bigender, Trigender, and anyone else on the non-cis spectrum:

I love you. You are valid. You are trans if you choose to identify as trans. You are my brothers, my sisters, my family. I’ve seen a LOT of phobic things said on Twitter recently, mostly regarding notes on how someone is not truly transgender if they do not experience crippling dysphoria. That’s so far from the truth. That is the biggest lie in the world. You are transgender if you are not the gender that you are forced to be perceived as. 

You are beautiful, you are epic, you are badass and most importantly you are brave

Don’t ever let anyone convince you otherwise. 

in the past four years tumblr has done nothing but create fake oppression towards basically everything, encourage the harassment towards anyone with an opinion that is not “acceptable” by tumblr means, create extremely unrealistic and frankly idiotic expectations for young people, and advocate hatred towards people who don’t deserve it all while claiming to be the most tolerant and accepting website in the world (which is the biggest lie ever told)

not to mention this site is overpowered by lonely white teenage girls who have no idea what they’re talking about because they only listen to “facts” that come directly from other people on this website who have no idea what they’re talking about