Gummi-gums - A Pile Of Sparkly Garbage

i am a woman. i am a lesbian. i have a penis. i am dysphoric about my penis. even if i wasnt, i would be allowed to enjoy having sex with it! and my lesbian sexual partners would be allowed to enjoy it too.

being a lesbian is about loving women–even if those womens bodies have penises, or flat chests, or deep voices, or adams apples, or facial hair.

claiming that being a lesbian is about hating penises, or liking vaginas, or breasts, or anything other than loving women regardless of what their bodies are like, is disrespectful not just to trans lesbians everywhere, but to all lesbians whose bodies dont fit what society tells us women have to be, regardless of whats in their pants.

women are more than their vaginas. women are more than their bodies. women are a wonderful and diverse group of people with bodies that are as diverse as any other group. you cant ignore that, no matter what shitty ideas about womens bodies you subscribe to.

another piece for the Boku no Style zine! Had an awesome time working with everyone, thanks so much for everyone’s support! 💖

honestly i think most girls these days feel this deep restless emptiness inside them because no one has access to a field or meadow anymore. you can’t run out of the kitchen with a scarf around your head until you find the nearest empty pasture with hay blowing gently in the wind and just lay in the grass for a long time and listen to the wind until whatever is terrible and hard has passed and you remember that you are made of earth and you will be earth again and then you pick a handful of queen anne’s lace and walk home. girls don’t have empty fields to run to anymore and somewhere deep inside they know that they are missing something vital, and they spend their lives looking for it.

Posted this on twitter as well but I haven’t posted anything on tumblr for quite a while so here we go

Bonus:

I tried a manga-style

Random thought, but like, when people compliment me, instead of accepting it like a normal person, I say something along the lines of "Sir I am an uncreative and unfunny being please stop this tomfoolery".

I just realized I could have just said that all in my head.

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Is the vsco trend dead? Pretty much. But did I have free time? Yes. So yeah here it is

I did this on my phone on a bus, so the editing is wack

Alex Hirsch posted this on twitter, so I guess it’s now safe to post the Gravitee Funnies I drew for the secret website!

Not sure how to explain it, but April quarantine content had a distinctly different feel to it than August quarantine content

adhd + music moods: 

listening to the same song on repeat for 72 hours straight

requires absolutely no sound. complete silence only. if anyone so much as breathes…

NEED ALL THE NOISE. MUSIC AT FULL BLAST. The external volume has to be loud enough to drown out the internal volume so I can hear the one productive thought. I SAID THE EXT-

music has to be just loud enough that i can hear it, but quiet enough so i forget it’s on and i don’t get distracted by changing the song 

too late. i am now changing the song every .2 seconds. hits shuffle. hits shuffle. hits skip. switches playlist. creates a new playlist that is a slight variation of an already existing playlist. it’s been 5 hours.