CHINCHILLA?????

Thisssss. Broke up with my partner 5 days before pride, went on a date with my best friend, having the time of my life rn even though it didn’t work out. Just live your life until you lessen to love it. Have fun in the moment. Go for it. Happy pride loves

this pride month I am wishing everyone a very stop overanalyzing yourself and just have fun with it. have gay sex. don't have any sex. try on a new gender. stop caring about gender at all. talk to your doctor about hormones. go on a date. break up with the person you dont love. whatever it is you have been putting off doing by dithering about it in your head. just do that and fully experience how it feels without trying to put it into words. if you still need a word for it later there will be one. they aren't going anywhere. but people were here before language and there's only so far language can go in giving you a fulfilling human experience. so if you are hiding behind finding the right words for whatever it is your heart wants i hope this month you get the courage to just do it instead.

12 Days of SK8mas (prompts from twitter) Day 1: Ice skating

Scared

how does this make you feel?

THE ANIMATION WAS EFFERVESCENT

I'LL FUCKING NEVER SHUT UP ABOUT THIS 💕

Give my gf that money and they’ll probably spend it on me, but they still deserve it.

being non-binary is sooooo exhausting... everyone wants a piece of you, you’re hot, you’re funny, you’re cooler than ice cold, you dress impeccably... smash that reblog button if you too think non-binary people deserve to be given 1000000 dollars in cash.

I’m gonna go have 6+ mental breakdowns after looking up lechonk. THE ENERGY IS IMMACULATE

LECHONK

Wow I’ve never actually seen the original before

This is the story of how my cousin and I barely saw each other for YEARS

So when we were in kindergarten we were in the same class, and basically after that year we were split up until fourth grade. They removed us from each other without giving us an explanation.

Now that’s not to say we never saw each other, our family is huge and we’d always have big get together for birthdays, weddings, even just after church. We also rode the same bus.

But here’s the thing

I only had two friends

for a while.

They were that cousin and another boy our age, we’ll call him jack.

Fast forward a couple years and he was still my best friend, but I had made two more friends. That was when I REALLY started noticing that no one liked me.

Now I’d met my fourth friend through my third friend and they were both great, for a while, friend #4 was always a little on the mean side, but I didn’t care.

People always said “be nicest to those who aren’t nice to you” so I took those words to heart, “sit with the kid who doesn’t sit with anyone.”

Well this girl never sat alone thanks to me.

But she wasn’t getting any better either.

Now she wasn’t just a verbal bully to me, she would punch me, kick me, tackle me to the ground. And when I asked her why she’d say “that’s what friends do isn’t it?” And so I took her word for it.

Little did I know she was giving more reason for the teachers to keep me away from my cousin.

Apparently she’d turned me into a sociopath and I didn’t realize until years later when my parents told me they “didn’t raise me like this” and that they didn’t like friend #4.

I being a small sociopath ignored them.

Then flash forward to fourth grade when I got to be in the same class as my cousin for the first time in five years.

He told me that people had been keeping us apart because I was a bitch and I was super controlling. Now I of course don’t remember that seeing as I was just a little tyke at the time.

He told me that that’s what his teachers, his mom, MY mom, had been telling him for years.

By this time I was so influenced by friend #4 that I verbally threatened my class mates. A lot.

I had broken ties with Jack because 1) friend #4 always told me that being friends with a boy wasn’t “normal” (and really she just wanted to be his girlfriend) and 2) he was terrified of me.

They were all terrified, I was the puny girl who wore dresses every day, I wore pigtails and I had a foot of dark brown hair, in all accounts I should’ve been super cute, but was friends with the mean girl.

She had once broken an eighth graders thumb when she was in first grade, she had smashed her own head through a wall because she was angry.

And now I was a mirror image of her attitude.

Apparently, everyone was scared of me. I’ve since attempted to mend my ways and learn from my mistakes, I’ve tried ditching friend #4 a total of two times and I’m trying again. Once I learned about what she had done to me I didn’t talk to her for a year. She would cry she would scream at me. But NOTHING convinced me to talk to her. I’d been keeping her around once I’d made more friends, I thought they liked her. But now in eighth grade I hope she switches schools for highschool, my friends told me they hate her. They don’t like how she’s treated me or how she pushes her beliefs and opinions on everyone.

She was the reason for my prolonged separation from my very first friend and and they only put us back together because they thought he could do me some good. I will never let another person control me and take me away from the people I love and trust because that’s not “just what friends do” that’s what abusers do.

I also can’t stand my family and how they told my cousin all these horrible things about me and who I was. They told him that I was basically evil and though that may have been true for a while, I was still just a kid and hearing that my own family had trash talked me and kicked me down had locked me into my shell. When your own mother calls you a bitch you cave in on yourself. I got super depressed and I don’t even know what any semblance of a normal relationship with that cousin would look like anymore.

I may not have physically hurt myself, but the scars on my inside are a lot deeper than I like to admit.

Lol I’m late but fuck it

Today is the only day ever for the rest of time that you can reblog this