See The THING IS I Don't Feel Like I Ever Worked Hard Enough To Have "earned" The Burnout, Which Is.

trans women, i love you.

you were a woman yesterday. you're a woman today. you're a woman tomorrow. you're a woman forever.

trans women have existed long before those stuffy bigots sitting in a court room have. trans women will continue to exist long after they're dead and rotting in the earth.

the sirius black urge to feel insurmountable grief over the family you left behind even though they never cared about you in the first place

bitch this is all you’re gonna get. this life, this face, this body. you better not ‘maybe in another universe’ your way out of everything. sit your ass down and face this. go make tea and have a picnic and read a goddamn book. kiss your loved ones, send that damn text, and hug your siblings. this is all you’re gonna get.

i want a girlfriend. i want a girlfriend. i want a girlfriend. i want a girlfriend. i want a girlfriend. i want a girlfriend. i want a girlfriend. i want a girlfriend. i want a girlfriend. i want a girlfriend. i want a girlfriend. i want a girlfriend. i want a girlfriend. i want a girlfriend. i want a girlfriend. i want a girlfriend.

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having depression makes your friends seem like the coolest most put together people on earth like wow... you got out of bed, had breakfast, went to work, AND spent some time on a hobby when you got home....? that's so impressive you're like superman or something. can i borrow your power.

this is perhaps evil but I can boost my mood in almost any situation by playing a game called "what was my mom doing at this age?" like rn for instance I'm sleepy because I had a 12 hour work day + stayed up late, and my stomach hurts a little from the enormous chimichanga I smashed for dinner, and my head hurts a little bit from the fat margaritas I had with the chimichanga. and it's like hmm, okay, not optimal, but when my mom was this age she had a 2.5 year old to deal with. can you fucking imagine. can't stay in bed decadently bemoaning your overindulgences because there's a goblin in the next room that's utterly dependent on you for food and hygiene and social needs and if you drop the ball you've fucked up a perfectly good person. and I'm pretty normal so shout out to her for keeping it together but god that couldn't be me, I like fucking around way too much.

I could really use a not awful grade on my chem final pls potato

walburga black loves regulus and sirius. she loves them when she wakes up, she loves them when she sleeps, she thinks of them as a beating heart alive outside of her body. she hates when they’re in pain. she hates when they’re far away from her. she hates when they won’t talk to her. she is a mother. she loves them even when she hates them. even when love is sickly it’s still real love. she tried. she wanted to raise them right. when a mother gets everything wrong everyone is utterly unforgiving. she’s not cartoonishly evil. she’s undeniably an abusive bigot but i know plenty of women like that, and they’re loving people. she taught regulus how to make cookies from scratch. she braided sirius’ hair for him. she took care of them when they were sick. she hugged them when they cried. this doesn’t make the abuse go away. it’s part of the abuse, this back and forth between gentleness and violence. this is why sirius stayed as long as he did, and why regulus never left. her abuse is awful because she loves them. it’s tragic because she is trying so hard. abusive parents still love their kids. regulus and sirius still love her too. it’s complicated. let it be complicated.

same i only have three more days but it feels like i have to study like 13 weeks worth and finish an essay and do a quiz

med school is becoming so hard im about to write my notes as fanfiction to make studying easy