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Middle school: ew what is sex, that sounds gross I could never fuck someone

Highschool: FUCK WHY IS EVERYONE HOT LIKE GODDAMN HES HOT SHES HOT I WANNA MAKEOUT WITH ALEX FIERRO EVEN THOUGH SHE DOESNT EXIST WHAT THE FUCK.

Oh how I WISH

Oh. Oh no. Oh no friends. Friends I think I’m aroace. This is scary.

It's honestly so difficult for me to admit that I even suspect I'm aroace, especially in my country. The Philippines is a highly religious and traditional country that celebrates romantic love nearly every-fucking-day. Hetero relationships are the norm. Everyone keeps fucking asking when I'll get a boyfriend or saying that "Oh you'll find someone you want to settle down with one day. Someone you'll marry. "

Even with my friends, loathe am I to admit, I feel the pressure to like other people that way but I... I really don't. Don't get me wrong. I find a LOT of people aesthetically pleasing and I've developed crushes on people, but it's only recently have I discovered what aesthetic attraction is and goddamn did that astound me. I like looking at people and marvelling at how they present themselves and certain aspects of themselves I find appealing, but I don't want to date them. Heavens no.

I do have a friend that I really love to touch though. I think they're attractive and they're soft and I find myself gravitating towards them whenever I look for comfort, but that's all it is. I really value them as a friend but I can't imagine dating them. I think I'll lose interest really quick.

Relationships sound draining. I'm still not sure if I'm aroace but I admit I'm more than a little scared to be. Not because I think they're fake, but what if I am? What if it's just all in my head? And what will my friends think if I come out to them? What if I'm really just being fussy?

ME TOO

magnus, vibrating at speeds high enough to shatter glass: i love alex a normal amount

I WOULD LIKE TO EAT THE ANIMATION IN THIS SCENE

lumity’s first kiss

Please

Laser Gender Removal

obliterate your gender with my refreshing and deadly beams

hi im sugar. i still need help. i deleted my last donations post bc honestly im losing hope. im a mentally ill and physically disabled cherokee/inuit genderfluid person. im unable to get a job at this point. not only do i not have transportation whatsoever, but i physically and mentally cannot complete tasks at a job.

i currently am at a point where i cannot function whatsoever. my family and i can’t afford much food so i do not eat half the time. i do not sleep.

my mental illnesses (cptsd, bpd w psychotic symptoms, osfed, dermatillomania, trichotillomania, and generalized anxiety disorder [all diagnosed]) have gotten me to a point where i am suicidal 99% of the time. im constantly panicking and crying, and my flashbacks, hallucinations, and delusions are worse than ever. i also have relapsed and self harm regularly again. i cannot afford medication or therapy.

my physical problems are debilitating.(arthritis. suspected since i cant afford to see a doctor now. but my father has it and suspects me to.) my joints ache and swell, they hurt severely every single day, and also disrupt the very little sleep i do get during the day. i also cant walk for very long. im also sick constantly.

i really need money to survive while i attempt to apply for disability. im at my wits end and im tired of not knowing where my next meal is coming from and not being able to afford my meds and the therapy i so desperately need.

id be grateful if you donated, or at least reblogged this. please. im losing hope.

my PayPal is angelicmars@mail.com (it is mail.com, not gmail). every cent helps.

GIRLS WE ARE—

A game!

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Ok I lied I did not draw huamei, I drew Maki!!

in mesopotamia there were no 'cover letters' or 'curriculum vitaes'. there were just, pots.