Posting faggot and queer like 2am gunshots to keep property values on my blog low and scare away assimilationist LGBTs who want to replace my empty lot full of native wildflowers with a 5-over-1 because they're too traumatized by their upbringing to accept the reality of our diverse marginalized community

The dykes and trannies in the notes have informed me they would like to be included in this commentary on the homogenizing forces of gentrification within the queer community as represented by language discourse around "slur" reclamation

Thought I heard someone say “Hello” in Arabic

But it was a false Salaam

Bubbles and stars 💫✨

I bleached my hair and it turned out to be a hot mess. (ToT)/~~~ Go to a hairdresser kids.

its so much and its dishonest work

employment

like does anyone else still feel the exact same age they were in march 2020 like 90% of the time

the optician prescribing me new glasses

i wish there were more than 24 hours in a day and beverages were $1 and growing up didn’t hurt so much

You gotta love that Tumblr is on the rise because of Twitter and Reddit going down, and not because Tumblr has actually done anything to really improve its website.

I personally kin with a website that accidentally and coincidentally fails upwards.

The site that wins simply by remaining upright.

We are literally this meme, posted eons ago, in our ancient texts.

We already have written our story, our destiny, in the art we forget.

we were so right when we invented the concept of friendship bracelets and wedding bands and the like. just matchy stuff in general. to feel this piece of jewelry on your skin and to fidget with it, a physical reminder of your connection with this other person who’s so important to you. to know they’re also wearing the other half of the pair, or group of 3 or more, because they love you too…

weirdest part about being an artist (and, to an extent, a writer too) is feeling like. shameful that you aren't creating massive pieces of art. how dare i not line and color and shade every drawing. how dare i only draw two poses. how dare i only write 1k words. how dare i not write an entire book. how dare i

(looking at the near 1k pieces of art in my folder and the thousands of words in my notes) you know i just don't think i do enough actually

Adventures in babysitting: a saga

there should be less queer discourse and more queer intercourse

less intercommunity discourse and more intercourse in dis community

"can i identify as aro even if-" you can do whatever you want forever👍

@salt413 keep up the good work

Okay, FUCKERS, it’s time to expose yourselves for the FILTHY SINNERS you are and put your favorite hetero ship in the tags!!

All I hear about is this submarine, but no one is talking about the 3000 Pakistanis drowning at Sea