You’re Not Behind In Life. You’re Going At Your Own Pace. It’s Better To Do Things The Right Way

cleaning is so scary. and for what

learning to stop hating yourself isn’t something that happens overnight.

it’s a series of negotiations you make with yourself over your whole life. it’s making one less self-deprecating joke. it’s looking at yourself in the mirror with a little more generosity. it’s forgiving yourself for that little mistake.

it’s not one thing and then you’re good. it’s many small choices you can make that slowly make your brain and body a little less uncomfortable to live with

oh my god???????????!!!

My uterus is kinda tilted in the other direction which makes it basically impossible for me to use tampons even of the smallest size because it just hurts too much and doesn't position well. So I'm definitely all for menstrual products being more advocated!

Especially in a gender neutral way!!!

Me being Nonbinary AND menstruating will probably not change in my life and that is okay! I am not any less Nonbinary!

also i literally do not care whether you prefer pads or tampons but the fact that in almost every situation where free period supplies are available, they’re tampons, and this is just assumed to be fine (or people like campaigning for “free tampons” rather than “free menstrual products”) upsets me bc there are a lot of people who use pads who cannot use tampons and i don’t understand why tampons are considered not just the default but the only option worth mentioning

BUT I’M A CHEERLEADER 1999 ⚝ dir. Jamie Babbit

You remind me of an old seer who resides in a cave, and when young travelers seek you out in search of knowledge, you just sigh and say "I cannot give you what you want, for I speak the ugly truth, and you've come in search of beautiful lies."

But like a few travellers refuse to leave so now you have a ragtag group of starry-eyed listeners who hear out your prophecies and ask you questions, knowing the answer will most certainly be "Bella dies."

And occasionally an outsider comes along, asking about the Cullen's dog and Jacob's redemption, and all of your listeners shake their heads as your eyes begin to glow a burning, terrifying blue, and you say those unholy words, words that have brought monarchs to their knees and caused God to weep.

"Write the fic, anon."

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I think you win the blog for the month, anon.