living through life

  • me: *casually mentions trauma with no emotion at all because i've distanced myself somehow*
  • neurotypical friend/family: *big wide eyes full of concern*
  • me: ANYWAYS you hungry?
  • me on the inside: ShUT UP STOP oversharing

i have been thinking a lot about that poster that says “i am not a woman i an a lesbian” and how to navigate the world as a lesbian is so radically different in relation to how you see your body how you view sex how you relate to other women how you navigate through the world, how many times a day do i play a part where i have to pretend to relate to a straight woman in order to.. socialize, watch any piece of media, live my life.. life through a lesbian lens feels so radically different than the common narrative, it can be so isolating to exist in a world that does not exist for us, it feels so necessary to come home to the safety of other lesbians, to slip into that world of comfort and women like me and how we love and care for one another, it’s amazing how often in the day feels like we’re starved for that kind of community and intimacy that other women take for granted

Lily is beyond ecstatic Harry brought someone with good taste home.
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For the sweetest anon that requested this 💕

listen, i know everyone wants tony to have this final big arch where he dies. and i’m in my corner wanting him to live out a happy life with pepper in the middle of nowhere, with a bunch of genius little kids running around with baby DUM-Es.

Context to the story:

The girl cut her hair once so that she could have bangs. The mother disapproved and decided to cut off 15" of her hair as punishment. The girl later again decided to change her hair style and the above was the result; she shaved her daughters head.

Having a few personal experiences with this kind of invasive behaviour it really hurts to see someone go through these kinds of things, where the parent tries to live vicariously through their childs life, to attempt to shape them and make their decisions for them depending on what THEY would do and give their child NO independence or self expression.

Thankfully, this mother thought her actions were 100% justifiable and posted it to Facebook as a bit of a “haha, teach my kid a lesson” and has been hit with brutal recrimination from her community and has had visits from Child Protective Services.

For so many young (and older) girls their hair is their self expression, and in several months I hope this girl will have hers back.

“Try not to burn the house down while I’m gone.”


Yet another Kylux Inktober drawing, a Modern Witch AU this time. 

Try not to resist the changes that come your way. Instead let life live through you. And do not worry that your life is turning upside down. How do you know that the side you are used to is better than the one to come?
—  rumi
I know you’re in pain. It hurts in ways you can’t even begin to describe and even if you could, no one seems to want to listen. Sure, people care and try to help… for a time… but when you don’t seem to be getting any better, after a while, they get tired of listening… Eventually it becomes easier to keep it all inside.
I know you feel like it will never get better and you’ll never be okay again. It’s been like this for so long now that you think if things were ever going to change they would have by now so this is how it’s always going to be… but it’s not. I promise it’s not. You learn cope, it just takes time and I know it feels like you’ve given it enough time already but not everyone heals at the same pace.
Tell yourself it’s okay to feel the way that you do. Nobody else on this earth has lived through your life to be in any kind of position to understand your battles. Nobody else but you has walked in your shoes to be any kind of comparison on how you should be feeling right now or whether or not you should be ‘better’. I won’t lie to you – what you’re going through will always leave its mark upon you as any trauma does – and that’s normal too. Nobody looks back on a traumatic life experience and giggles about it… But it’s this all-consuming depressive state… these overwhelming feelings you can’t control… the way those feelings isolate you and make you feel vulnerable and alone – THAT is what won’t last forever.
It DOES get better… you DO find acceptance. Not all at once – its gradual… like a stormy day or a long dark night… you don’t just blink and suddenly it’s a blue sky. Storm clouds part slowly, allowing brief flashes of sunlight at first… then eventually disappear… Dark nights end slowly as a new day begins to dawn… Acceptance is the same… and I know you have the courage to wait for it…
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Can I offer you some champagne?
Can’t. Too many adult prying eyes. Don’t wanna be a cautionary tale at the next town meeting.

  • Person: All you did was read books this weekend...
  • Me: No. I fought a seven monsters, destroyed a corrupt government, rode a dragon, went through intense emotional pain, got some kick ass super powers, went back in time, joined a crime group and stole a shit ton of money, became the ruler of a nation, entered a dystopian army, was on the run, discovered a few supernatural creatures, traveled the world, made ten new best friends and fell in love with five different people...what did you do this weekend?
It might take me some time. But I’m going to move forward. I’m going to overcome. I’m going to educate myself. I’m going to grow stronger. I’m not going to live my life in fear.
—  Affirmation of the day.
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Here’s to the new me. The old me. The you-don’t-even-know-me. To the me that died twice before I met you: third time’s the charm. Been chewed up and spit out more than I’ve ever seen a sunrise, and I’ve only ever liked sunrises when I’m with you. I’ll become something you’ve never seen before, nothing borrowed, nothing blue. Set my head aflame, built a home out of the ashes, let the wind blow it away into the sun. The breeze sings, lo que está muerto no puede morir. And when there’s nothing left to burn, you have to set yourself on fire.

I don’t know that kid anymore, and maybe I never knew him at all.