Shout out to all the people who are having Mother’s Day shoved in their faces even though their mothers were abusive, neglectful, or absent. I know it feels like everyone is forgetting you or leaving you behind, but please know that you’re not alone, and you have every right to hate or ignore this holiday.
How is it that only a month ago I was perfectly satisfied with my life. I actually thought I was pretty, I even began to love myself. But now, everything comes falling down and I hate myself again. All of my confidence just disappeared and I feel miserable.
When his hands brush my thighs
I find myself obsessively praying for forgiveness from my head
who repeatedly tells me,
“Your sins will make you suffer two times more in hell.”
When his eyes trail the bottom of my chin
all the way to the space between my eyebrows
I find my eyes demanding to meet his
but they study the floor instead
When he calls me by my name
my ears tune out the rest of the world
and his voice repeats over and over again
As if the way the letters of my name roll off of his tongue
love the taste of his mouth
more than they love being a part of me
when he disappears for weeks or months
I close the door to my heart
but always forget to lock up
for when he shows up after causing a thunderstorm
like the wreckage never existed
my heart falls under cardiac arrest
“How many times,” it begs me
“how many more times will I rip open my stitches for him to enter?”
it says weakly,
it is so full of love
that is has food poisoning
I whisper back,
“Until nothing is left of you anymore.
It’s sufficiently late and my dash is sufficiently dead where I feel like I can probably say this without too many people seeing it and starting discourse.
The Pens were my first team. I loved them passionately, and I have a different Main Squeeze now, but I still feel loyalty to this team. I’ve been feeling for a while though that I can’t say anything about them, especially around game time, because half my dash hates the Pens. I’m not saying that it’s wrong to hate a team, and I understand that there are annoying fans in the fanbase. But every post I scroll past where people talk about Nashville defeating the evil or about how every Pens fan needs to choke just makes me bite back my thoughts and slink back into whatever non-NHL distraction I’ve found for myself. It’s part of the reason I couldn’t enjoy this year’s playoffs, and why I turned completely to junior hockey after the first round.
I don’t have a problem with people cheering for the Preds. Half the mutuals I love very much and that I talk to on a daily basis cheer against my team while I’m talking to them (cough everyone cheering for the Griffins in the Calder Cup Finals). I don’t know when the Pens became that team that it was cool to hate, where you send threatening anons to Pens fans after games simply because they dared to be a fan. But lately it’s felt more and more like Pens fans have no place in this fandom, and this makes me sad.
(This is not aimed at anyone btw, I don’t keep track of which urls are pro or anti Pens. This is just my dash, as a whole)
I know I should’ve given up months ago.. But I still hope to see your name on my screen at five in the morning when I’m falling apart and you’re all I want. But I know you’re not coming back.. And I guess I’ll have to be okay with that..
OOOH JIMON: "Can we pretend I didn’t just say that?" (make it a love declaration scene and i'll love you forever)
Simon is gonna be late to class, he just knows it. Three months being exclusively nocturnal have really ruined him for normal things like timetables, public transportation and traffic. He gets off on the next station and decides to walk the rest of the way.
Still. Despite his racing thoughts and irrational fear that his professor will hate him forever for being a few minutes late, he’s excited. He’s going back to school! He’ll take classes again and be bored beyond relief over static lectures and be looked down upon by much cooler classmates. Things will go back to something resembling normal.
Simon checks his phone again. Twelve minutes until his class begins. He could use his vampire speed, but the streets are busy and swarming with people. That’d be a little hard to explain. He takes a deep breath and takes wider steps.
So I went to my first pride parade and festival and it was probably the most fun I’ve ever had! I brought a sign that said “One Family, One Pulse, Never Forget”, which got me and my friend @endlessotaku pulled into the parade by @everytown which was a lot of fun! We were later pulled onto a stage to dance because we were deemed “virgins” since we’d never been to the festival before XD
At some point a small group of protestors showed up, so myself and a small (but growing) group of people began standing in front of the protestors, playing drums and other music (lady Gaga, mostly) to drown them out. We were given free Monster energy drinks, which was great. My friend @homestuckbackwash brought rainbow chalk, and people began to draw and write messages around the protestors until they finally left (my favorite was “Satan Is Daddy”)
As a cis woman, my question for terfs is: why? We’re only one day into Women’s History Month and I’ve already seen so many angry people throwing fits just because a trans person was acknowledged. As a cis person I really don’t understand why some cis people take trans people as some sort of “offense” to their own gender. I mean everything is already catered to us cis people anyway, so why waste time being upset over other women that don’t fit your definition of “feminism?“