Is It To Much To Ask To Be Only Perceived As A Vaguely Masculine Eldritch Being Of Horrifying Beauty?

My kitten heard my stomach gurgle and had to make sure i was ok

Here's the link to a masterpost of confirmed marches (which has reblogs turned off so it can be updated)! Please share this one!

If you don't see a march in your area and would like to organize one, please email march@queeryouthassemble.org!

Just walked out of a church meeting because the adults were arguing and being passive aggressive and it was scaring me, might fuck of and never show my face again

Man I hated school people are mean for no reason I wish I could just go home and draw, school is the only reason my depression gets so out of control, I hate it here I don't want to die I just can't keep living like this

Your ear ever just start ringing out of nowhere

Anyone know why the school photographers make you take off your jacket/layered button down or headphones? Like these are things I wear everyday they're apart of me why do I have to take them off?

I like to think that Santa Claus is real, not in a traditional sense because flying reindeer are impossible but more in spirit, all versions or similar characters all share the fact that they spread joy and kindness to other people, while given some similar names and all having some sort of uniform using this logic anyone who is helpful, kind, and or generous fits the criteria for being Santa, therefore anyone who isn't a bitch is santa

I have so much creative energy and if someone does not give me some sort of project that uses up that energy I will be included to use it for destruction and/or violence

My dad just hugged me, today is a good day

When I was little I was homeschooled and I was a bit behind on learning to read I think, I was so excited for when it would be my turn to learn to read and begged my grandma and older sister to read to me all the time, I learned to read eventually but I don't like to read on my own, my grandma and sister had read the black stallion and black beauty to me so many times I could read them on my own but for the most part I wouldn't, I would always run up to my grandma or sister and beg them to read the old books to me, they always said why? You can read them yourself now, you don't need me, most of the time with a little persuasion they would still sit down with me on the blue couch in the white room and read a chapter or two of whatever book I had requested, I finally know the words for why I wanted to read with them when I could have easily done it myself, I didn't necessarily want to read the book for the story, the point wasn't reading the story, the point was sharing the story with them, I enjoyed their company and wanted to share a minimally engaging activity with them so I could revel in their presence and enjoy their gentle companionship