Proposing On Accident Just Sounds Like Something PB Would Do

Gwyn can't touch this

I just had a long conversation about stuffed animals with my boyfriend, and I got to thinking about how I feel about my own stuffed animals. The very oldest of them are two bears, two rabbits, and a cat. I got them at seperate times before I turned 6. They're all worn, faded, and some threads have come out, but they have the most love put into them of any stuffed animals I've had. I had carried each of them everywhere for a time, and I'm still extremely protective of them.

My partner's mother took a large amount of his stuffed animals and trashed them, the horrible woman. Every single one that she considered worn, old, or dirty, was simply thrown in the garbage. She trashed almost all of his oldest stuffed animals, including his favorites. I gave him one of my bears- roger- as a gift, and that was really hard. I can only imagine what he feels about losing all of his.

I think almost all our stuff can be viewed through the lens of: wear = love, stuffed animals especially so. They're made to be loved, they're made to cuddle, they're made to comfort. I don't think his mother meant to hurt him, she just saw them as gross, but viewing something damaged as less worthy of the love it was made for is just cruel.

Too bad he got nailed for it.

running into a trans girl while you're out and about makes the entire miserable errand worth it, whatever it was. like glancing upward at just the right time to see a shooting star. I spot a trans flag and it sincerely ceases to matter that the bus is crowded and it rained unexpectedly and my shoes are soaked through and my headphones are dead. I am happy to be on that specific bus on that specific day, because you're there too.

Reblong to give someone an ice cream sanditch.

Should my body be making those sounds at 23? Probably not.

My body is a crumbling castle of sand and I don't know when the tide will roll in.

Memento Mori

A'Tuin needs his free shavacado

Rebloging just for that bomb-ass photo

Me now because I bought a carabiner simply because I’m femme and look straight and needed something to show that I am in fact gay