Look At These Two Characters…wouldn’t It Be A Shame If They…tenderly Rested Their Foreheads Together…

is that a hard boiled egg in your back pocket or is your penis just round and on the wrong side

PLEASE GOD GIMME ONE CHANCE TO LOOK LIKE THIS ITS ALL I ASK

Sometimes I forget that I’m perceived in a certain way by others

Was watching The Birdcage w my parents (who perceive me as either a straight cis woman or possibly a cis lesbian) and so I forget that saying shit like “goddamn I wish I looked like Robin Williams in this movie” or “lmao so me” whenever Nathan Lane does something faggy is going to get an unpleasant reaction

But also Armand is so fine and I wish I had that much queer swagger but god nerfed me by making me afab and also an incel

Desperate Plea: A Call For Relife‼️ 🥀

Hello, It's Momen Al Madhoun, writing from the most miserable area in the whole world, I am deeply thankful to all of you. Your support means the world to my family

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15 months have passed as if it were 15 years, and suffering increasing day after day 😔

Our health is decaying, we have NO IMMUNITY to fight diseases. No healthy food to feed our worn cells. Finding a quiet, clean place for us to get some rest is IMPOSSIBLE! I'm in urgent need of serious financial support so that I can take action and save my family! Our faces speak the misery we're going through! my children can't bear the ruthlessness of war life… pain and cold does not allow either of them to sleep 💔

I found in drawing a way to relieve stress and describe what we are experiencing, but even this i was deprived of, due to the difficulty of obtaining good internet and electricity for a sufficient time If you are interested in art, you can check my blog and find my artworks, i hope you will share them and support me to continue fighting and trying Every share and donation brings us one step closer to saving my family's lives. Your support, no matter how small, holds the power to rescue my loved ones from grave danger There are no words can describe how many times we have been displaced The situation we're living now is really hard to imagine Where do we Go?

Imagine the vastness of this universe, we cannot escape to a safe place far from the war

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in the 2000s you got called metrosexual just for wanting tuo fuck the underground,trains

I see you tagged this post with Leroy Jethro Gibbs…that man is the opposite of bitchless (both in my head and in canon)

Watch ur mouth…

leave him alone that's my emotional support grumpy middle aged white man with a layered past and zero bitches who's also really good at his job

Being queer means that the only time I’ve ever felt good about myself in photos is when I dressed up as a clown for my sister’s photography assignment where my clownsona (Gigatron AKA Giggles AKA Trap K$ng G) climbs the clown corporate ladder to become clown of the month

I use this photo every time I have to use a photo of myself for something (including a name placard for a research conference) and I have no regrets

I went to an independent bookstore that was built in an old theater and I think about it at least once a week. The mezzanine was turned into a used books section. There were alcoves dedicated to classic authors, some sharing space with others while other authors had their own sections (Shakespeare being one of them).

They had local author events and carts full of books you could get a dollar each (as long as you bought the 12 dollar tote bag to put them in) (which is incredibly reasonable don’t get it twisted).

I wish I could go back there every day but it was in ANOTHER STATE so now I can only smell those old books and drink that frozen hot chocolate in my dreams.

Here's your daily reminder that bookstores keep the love of reading alive — but they also keep neighborhoods beautiful. They are places to gather, to celebrate stories, to find community.

Please do your holiday shopping at your local independent bookstore, if you are lucky enough to still have one.

Big neon sign over my head saying “please ask me about my summer plans” because I finally have some and I’m SO FUXKING EXCITED

(Anyways please ask I’m not joking)

did you know you can pull the strings out of your clothes and ruin them

Trying to talk to my mom about the fact that I have bipolar disorder and am still coming off a manic episode and an example I used to try and show her that I am currently Not Feeling Normal is that I went from being a cunt that needs a nap if I don’t get at least 10 hours of sleep to being wired and completely fine after spending 2.5 weeks only getting 4 hours or less of sleep per night

She deadass looked into my autistic eyes and said that’s because my iron levels are (theoretically) leveling out after several years of dealing an bad iron deficiency “so now I have the energy of a normal person”

This feels like when a person comes out as bisexual or nonbinary and their parent is like “well everyone feels that way, you’re not queer”