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last year i was eating in a fancy, large restaurant when i began to hear a rumble and the distant sound of people chanting ‘potassium, potassium’ and suddenly hundreds of people dressed as bananas flood this restaurant chanting potassium over and over and we were trapped there for a very long time because the bananas would not leave and they were everywhere

i wasn’t joking

“Why do you beat yourself up so much over little mistakes?”

hey if you consider gay trans men as anything other than gay men you may sincerely fuck off my blog

She did THAT

For sadurday

I just want you to know that I find it so sad that people lack confidence, both creators on Tumblr and "normal" people outside in the real world. Like baby who told you you were ugly/annoying/useless? That middle school bully barely had the IQ to form a coherent sentence and you still believe them? Your parents are too jealous and miserable of their own life so they put yours down and you let them?

Yeah its easier said than done to pull out of a web of lies that you heard all your life, I know that. I've been there. But it's not impossible, and you can do it.

I know you heard this tens of thousands of times, but it really is true: happiness starts with you. You control your own life and whether or not you listen to someone who's trying to tear you down, even if that someone is yourself.

So, please, get up, take those reigns of life back into your hands, straighten your back, and tell yourself you can do this. Because you can.

Also please please please learn to cut toxic people out of your life, and yes, that includes family. Being related by blood doesnt mean you owe them shit if they make your life a living hell; you choose your family. Choose the people that make you feel comfortable and loved, not scared and like you can never speak again.

I got you. Im proud of you. I care about you. And yes, I love you.

Happy Hanukkah to those who celebrate it!

Hey, you.

Artist, writer, musician, creator.

It’s okay to take a break.

It’s okay if it hurts a lot.

It’s okay if it hurts a little.

It’s okay if you’re depressed.

It’s okay if you’re just a bit sad.

It’s okay if your problem is physical.

It’s okay if your problem is mental.

It’s okay to stop creating for a little bit.

It’s okay to be on hiatus.

As long as you need, as many times as you need.

People are drawn to you and your passion.

If the passion and the strength to create isn’t there, then it’s okay to rest until it comes back.

The people who matter will be waiting as long as you need.

I promise.

Yknow, when you keep insisting that adults can’t enjoy fandom or play video games or what cartoons or whatever, it’s other young people that you’re hurting the most. Because the most you’ll do to adults is offend or annoy them with that nonsense, but when you plant that idea in a kid’s head, they grow older with the horrible dread looming over them that the things that bring them happiness and comfort have an expiration date. When I was a young adult, I was genuinely depressed about the thought of getting older because I thought I couldn’t keep enjoying all my hobbies, like I had to give up everything I enjoy once I reach [x] age.

And that is simply not true. It’s bullshit. But the harm is does to people is very real. Kids are so afraid of getting older, and one of the big fears is that their life will become painfully bland and boring once they hit adulthood, as if all adults do is work and pay taxes, possibly raise kids. No more fun, no whimsy, no playfulness, no joy.

Anyway, I’m 33 and I love video games and fanfiction and cartoons. If you tell me I’m too old for that stuff, I’ll roll my eyes and block you and go on with my day. But I will worry about the 17 year old who saw your post too and feels a sinking in their chest at the thought that they have to give up the stuff that makes them happy. THAT’S what bothers me.