All My Friends Are Going Out And Posting On Their Stories While I’m Sleeping Through Days Wishing On

You know that thing with a ball in a jar, where the ball represents grief and the jar represents you? And while the ball doesn't change, the jar gets bigger, representing that grief doesn't get less, it's just that you grow bigger. When I got first introduced to that concept, it seemed ridiculous. But since then... I know that it's true. There's certain things in my life, if I actively think about them, they get me just as mad and worked up as if they happened yesterday. However, they don't occupy my mind 24/7 anymore, like they did when they did happen recently. And I think that's exactly what they mean with the ball in a jar analogy. And I suppose that's better than nothing.

Please stop trigger tagging with #epilepsy tw/cw/warning/etc.

I need every single person to understand how horrible tumblr’s tagging system is

I go into the tag for epilepsy and its all flashing lights. We can’t use our own tag because people without epilepsy fill it up with improper warnings.

Use ‘flashing’ in place of ‘epilepsy’ in your tags. You aren’t warning people of epileptics, you’re warning us of flashing lights. Please please tag properly. Epileptics say this endlessly and constantly and it’s ignored. You are risking lives by doing this.

Here’s proof of what I mean:

THIS POST IS 100% OKAY TO REBLOG, I ENCOURAGE PEOPLE WITHOUT EPILEPSY TO ESPECIALLY DO SO!

I don't know how to take amabs seriously when they describe how oppressed they think they were for their sex as children and it's literally just that they weren't allowed to wear frilly clothes. Like I'm sorry but no, I don't care about the time you cried because your parents made you get a haircut you didn't like. I was taught by the world's most common religion as a child that afab people are the root of all human evil, we exist to be slaves for amab people, and our only redemption is suffering.

true except for bottom surgery.

Nothing can make up for 2+ decades dickless and that's *if* I even make it to that point(or even ever get it at all)

From one Gen-Z to another, let’s continue to deprogram ourselves from the idea that 30 is old and you need to have your shit together before 30.

You can go back to school after age 30!

You can fall in love after age 30!

You can find a best friend after age 30!

You can find a passion after age 30!

You can find a job you love after age 30!

You can recover from an addiction after the age 30!

You can pursue a large goal after age 30!

You can travel the world after age 30!

You can move after age 30!

You can change your appearance after age 30!

You can ask for help after age 30!

You can make discoveries about yourself after age 30!

You can come out after age 30!

You can fix your finances after age 30!

You can be attractive after age 30!

You can fix your life after age 30!

You can do anything after age 30!

Idk what so specifically about the number 30 has bewitched so many of us into believing that means your life is over, but it’s just so far from the truth!

You have so much more time after 30 to accomplish all that you want to do.

Your life isn’t over until it quite literally is over. Stop giving yourself a deadline that doesn’t exist!

"stop being upset about missing out on a childhood you can live your entire adult life as the gender you want" 1. assuming I'll live "an entire adult life" with this mental state

2. What if I actually want to be an autistic little boy with destructive tendencies but his mom actually still loves him

excuse me, but REAL MEN only chop and saw their own wood

Get yourself some IKEA furniture and assemble it!

I'd take this argument more seriously if you weren't the same people who acted like pap smear ad campaigns that said "people with cervixes" instead of women was the pinnacle of evil

not to be dramatic but the phrase "putting a bun in the oven" is disgusting. Not only does is objectify and reduce women, but also why are people so afraid of using the real word? Like there's grown adults who say "sex" as by spelling it out while whispering. These people can vote, drive, work a job. It's genuinely weak and disgusting.

Like just..... Sex, pregnant, vagina, uterus. Oh well gee would you look at that, I didn't get raptures out of existence. And neither will you. Just say pregnant instead of reducing women to their wombs and treated said womb as just another object or commodity to be used.

Only clowns would pay for therapy out of pocket only to not be 100% honest with their therapist (it's me)

how do i open up to my therapist about my therapist (i don’t want to go to therapy anymore) (i don’t feel valid enough) (i just wanna end it fam 😓) (give me back my psych meds please im tired 💔) (or maybe don’t they make me dizzy ❤️)

It's insane how (some) cis men think it's completely normal and okay to have a wife that loves them unconditionally and serves them at every whim and caters her whole life to her, meanwhile I feel bad and selfish for wanting one that will sometimes fuck me and actually give a shit about my personal life and give a bit of physical affection sometimes.

Maybe female socialization is real and it's making me incredibly dysphoric. Just one of those things transition can't resolve.