this is for my lost therapy

When I feel lost and can’t make a decision, I just stop and get quiet … I ask myself, how does this feel? What do I want my life to be like? I try not to listen to the shoulds and the coulds, and try to get beyond expectations, peer pressure, or trying to please. (For) I believe all the answers are ultimately within us.
—  Kim Catrrell

I’m the asexual who was sent to conversion therapy as a young teen.

I’m the asexual who thought they were messed up, and broken, and all alone.

I’m the asexual who was told by people who I thought were my friends that God didn’t approve of my ‘alternative’ lifestyle.

I’m the asexual who felt lost in the clothing isles because I didn’t want to look ‘sexy’.

I’m the asexual that struggles with depression, fear, and inadequacy.

I’m the asexual that is being blocked off from resources. Or that you want out of the LGBTQ+ community.

I’m the asexual who is being negatively affected by the ace discourse.

I’m the asexual facing erasure, invalidation, and hate.

Please consider this.

Aphobia exists.

If you don’t believe it does then you may very well be contributing to it.

Please think of the people you are effecting.

Be kind.

Be compassionate.

Please.

SHIPPING SHIT

GUYS I JUST REALIZED MY OTPS ARE CURRENTLY IN THE SAME SITUATION.

John is mad at Sherlock.
Ed is mad at Oswald.

John is mad because his wife died.
Ed is mad because his girlfriend died.

Sherlock doesn’t know what to do with himself without John.
Oswald also will probably be a mess without Ed.

Sherlock feels like he lost his best friend.
Oswald feels like he lost his best friend.

WTF ARE ALL TV SHOW WRITERS CONSPIRING AGAINST ME OR SOMETHING. Why must you hurt my gay sons?!??

(Kidding I am kind of a sucker for angst and slow burn relationships 😬🙄🙄)

for me being hiv+ has resulted in friendships with a lot of older lgbt folks. the ones who survived the epidemic but lost partners, family, friends. the ones who experienced abusive shock and aversive therapy. the ones who have folders upon folders of funeral pamphlets and obituaries, often where the gender and/or sexuality of the deceased was rewritten and buried in words written by their unsupportive family. the ones who can name people memorialized on the aids quilt. 

i’ve learned a lot from them about what it means to be lgbt from them and i wanted to share an experience with the q slur. 

my school’s gay-straight alliance started meetings with joking about the “queer agenda”. i had “queer and proud” in my then tumblr bio. the word felt radical and i would have shouted it from the rooftops, although i wasn’t necessarily certain of its meaning.

but when i reclaimed a slur, not only applying it to myself but also for my friends, they recoiled. a few of them did their best to reassure me but i could tell that referring to them as “queer” had hurt, that in that moment i had replicated the exact language of slur-hurling americans who told them they deserved to die - on the senate floor and in the streets. they survived a state-sponsored plague, not to mention complicated intersections of transmisogyny and racism within lgbt communities meant to assist them, often failing to do so.

i’m very small, soft-spoken, and at the time only 17 years old. but when i applied that word to the group of them in a coffee shop parking lot they looked scared. 

it is my word to reclaim as a nonbinary lesbian if i choose to but i urge you to think long and hard before making generalizations about “the queer community”, before encouraging cis hets to use it as if it’s their word, as if it’s their history, as if it’s their pain to understand and shoulder. it can obviously be joyously or tentatively reclaimed by members of the lgbt community, at each individual’s discretion, but first and foremost, at face value, queer is a slur.

“I have Borderline Personality Disorder, and the commonly accepted headcanon that Kylo Ren does too has made me appreciate my family. I pushed them all away, but seeing Han come for him, I realized my parents will be there if I just let them. He may be a villain, but because I saw him, I decided to start getting therapy and try medication again instead of giving up on myself as a lost cause. In a way, he helped me put my life back together.”

A List Of Things Cashiers Wish They Could Say To Customers

1. Lazy bitch, please take your cart/basket back where you got it.

2. If you decide you don’t want something, fucking take it back yourself.

3. I don’t care how ridiculous you think it is that you need to show me your ID. 

4. No, I clearly don’t work here (as I wear a name tag with the company name on it)

5. Don’t reach over my fucking register.

6. Thanks for eating your un-purchased banana while you were shopping.

7. If you want $100 cash back, please go to the bank that’s 10 feet away.

8. So you decided not to put your produce in a plastic bag? Do you want me to tell you the last time this belt was thoroughly cleaned?

9. Don’t. Steal. My. Fucking. Pen.

10. If you’re going to pay with a check,…. wait…. what year is it?

11. My manager will tell you the same exact thing I just did.

12. The Guest Services desk is closed? Oh, that means the Guest Services desk is closed.

13. For the love of god, tell your kid to stop screwing around.

14. I don’t know what the fuck your asking about.

15. I fucking know what this is, I’m just looking for the damn PLU#.

16. “15 Items or less” means “15 items or less.”

17. “Hi, how are you?” “Plastic.” No.

18. If I don’t have a bagger, that means you should help me bag your shit.

19. If you put your money or coupons on my belt, they will definitely end up in the dirty tray under the counter.

20. If there’s somebody else’s stuff on the belt, use a god damn barricade to separate your shit from their’s.

21. Don’t tell me you have the change once I’ve already opened my fucking cash drawer.

22. Don’t ask me to throw away your trash when there’s at least twelve million trash cans around the fucking store.

23. If the product you got doesn’t match the coupon exactly, it will not work.

24. If your coupon expired twenty years ago, it will not work.

25. I could honesty give less of a shit if you found everything alright.

Quickly becoming my favourite outfit 💪🍑
Today I planned on going to the gym, but my goal right now is to become healthy. And health is not always just what you lift or what you eat, it’s about your mindset, too.
I’m inspired by my own progress, but I so often compare myself to others: “she lost so much weight already”, “her biceps are so much bigger than mine”, “I wish I had legs like hers” - just stoooooopppp. Right now I’m trying to focus on myself and what I need to do in order to improve. And if that’s to take a step back and chill in my pyjamas, or to dedicate myself in the gym for an hour or two, or to take myself out for some retail therapy, then that is what I am going to do. 💕💕
Also, I will get round to doing all your promos, I promise. 💕💕💕💕💕

signal boost ! ! !

hey guys. as some of you know, I’m a 22 year old bisexual woman of color diagnosed with PTSD, severe OCD, and depression. I recently lost my apartment and am attempting to escape a domestic abuse situation. I have been staying in a rental car (now taken back) and motels with the small amount of money I have, along with my therapy animals. I’ve been calling homeless services all over southern california for about a week, but I’m stranded in a remote area that doesn’t have public transportation, and I can’t get around by myself.

what I’m looking for is any sort of transitional housing that allows animals to stay with me. I would prefer to find a room in a home for the stability and privacy, but I am pretty much open to anything. if anyone can help me out, or has any leads in the los angeles county area, I would be forever grateful.

barring that, I am accepting donations to continue sheltering and feeding myself and my animals until I find permanent housing on my own.

my paypal email is cydneyen@gmail.com and any help is appreciated. please reblog and share if you can. thank you.

Group therapy
  • Gosho Aoyama: Imagine if someone handed you a box full of all the items you have lost throughout your life.
  • Shinichi: It would be nice to get my sense of purpose back.
  • Detective Boys: Oh wow, my childhood innocence! Thank you for finding this.
  • Vermouth: My will to live! I haven’t seen this in 15 years!
  • Kaito: I knew I lost that potential somewhere!
  • Gin: Mental stability, my old friend!
  • Gosho Aoyama: Guys, could you lighten up a little?
Real People Masterlist

5 Seconds of Summer

Preferences:

Finding Out You’re Ticklish (4/4)

Calum Hood

Imagines:

Doll

Text Imagine:

You’ve Finally Graduated High School

Michael Clifford

Preferences:

Dating Michael Clifford Would Include

Brendon Urie

Imagines:

Telling The Fans

Preferences:

Dating Brendon Urie Would Include

G-Eazy

Imagines:

Best Friends

Best Friends Pt. 2

Best Friends Pt. 3

The Move

He’s Going To Be Mad

Eventful

Eventful Pt. 2

Eventful Pt. 3

Brought Up On Stage

Marilyn ft. OGOC

Second To Everything

Wake Up

Birthdays

I Can’t Lose You

Keep It A Secret

Supernatural & Cuddle

Let’s Get Lost

Concert Goals  

Full Of Happiness

Our Story

VIP

Drop Everything

After The Show

Marry Me?

Therapy  

Smut:

New Years Eve

On A Slide

Offstage

Blurbs:

Scars

Announcing You’re Engaged

Makeup

Challenge

Horror

Preferences:

Dating G-Eazy Would Include

Outfits:

Red Carpet

Tyler Joseph

Imagines:

For Everything

Dan Howell

Imagines:

How You Are

Grant Gustin

Imagines:

Celebrity Crush

Text Imagine:

With My Things

Rob Benedict

Imagines:

Convention  

Misha Collins

Imagines: 

‘Crashing’ The Panel

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I had spent most of my time alone with Marcos. It was usually just him and I while the kids were out with their friends and Jacob was at work. I didn’t mind this because Marcos was my best friend. We did everything together, and leaving him behind to go to therapy sessions only became harder the more time I spent at home. I know it’s sad to say, but I lost myself. I became so dedicated to my sweet little boy, that sometimes I’d forget what to do with myself when he was down for a nap. I stopped making music, I stopped painting, I stopped taking care of myself. I stopped being myself.

i’m sorry i’m going to get in trouble for this but i am SCREEEEEAAAAAMING oh my GOD! if the people who lost their lives during the AIDS crisis were alive today to see you referring to them with evangelical christian/lds conversion therapy language! if they were alive today to see you dismissing their love and life and sex as “same-gender attraction!” if they were alive to see you cheerfully and enthusiastically deploying a term that was literally INVENTED to reframe gay love as a pathological medical condition! a term that is used TO THIS DAY by violent, murderous conversion therapists to do irreparable harm to our community! oh my god! mike pence was just elected vice president of the united states and you have the AUDACITY to advocate for the language of conversion therapy to be mainstreamed into the lgbtq community as a respectable, all-inclusive umbrella term! kiss my ass! stop saying SGA!

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anonymous said: Lockscreens for The Beach, Cinderblock Garden, Runaways, Let It Roll, or Lost In Stereo? (No rush tho <3)

all time low inspired lock screens pt. 3/?? requested by anonymous. I threw in a ‘therapy’ lock screen because  I very much like having an even number :) please like/reblog is you use/save any of them! 

2015

The year I lost my virginity to a stranger,
The year I met you,
The year we both had the same music taste and I miss you became my favorite song,
The year I made major mistakes,
The year you told me you loved me and I laughed,
The year I almost flunked out of school because I was so completely in love with you and I failed to notice,
The year I learned you were the only person I could actually fall asleep with,
The year I learned how to love someone completely, flaws and everything,
The year I learned forgiveness is something you would never give,
The year I learned people don’t always mean what they say,
The year I realized you never gave enough,
The year I learned compromise is a key component to having an effective relationship,
The year I realized that I shouldn’t give second chances so easily and I most definitely, should not give third chances,
The year I realized prescription drugs would take the pain of missing you away for a little bit,
The year I realized it was all the little things you remember, it’s the last memories you think of, and your last memory of me, was not one to miss,
The year I learned I couldn’t read you, but you hurt me just for the fun of it,
The year I tried to be okay with the fact that you were probably at your new girlfriends family’s house over the holidays, and that you were falling asleep with your arm around her waist instead of mine,
The year I fell desperately and terribly in love with you,
And lastly, the year I thought you fell for me, but it seems the only thing I didn’t learn, was how to make you love me too.