Why is there so much pressure
to give a name to certain parts of me?
How I feel,
how I love,
what I am.
I don’t know what my feelings are,
I just feel.
I don’t know what kind of love I experience,
I just love.
I don’t know what to call my identity,
I just am.
Some labels may be close,
but don’t feel quite right.
They trap me in a cage of expectations,
what people expect me to be,
because of the label I use.
I don’t need a word to describe myself
to know that I am me.
Ruminating this dick
He who holds the orb holds it
This meme is inescapable on French insta so I'm posting it here for all to enjoy
Trans people are just
So fucking cool and smart and funny and handsome and pretty and cute and I think it’s divine to reject your own body in favor of your own path in life and all of them are so fucking brave for being trans in a world that would beat them up and spit on their wounds if given half a chance and yet so many of them are proud of who they are and that’s beautiful in such a simple way and I love every trans person so much but then again I’m biased :P
I am fascinated by this hypothetical person that got traumatized by senshi’s balls
magical girl lizzie 🎀✨
(inspired by @y0gurtfae’s amazing bamboozler magical girl design! my fav lizzie artist for real)
If Cthulhu can be summoned by humans who are so far beneath it, why can’t humans be summoned by ants? The answer is they should be.
i'm not "undiagnosed" i'm largely headcanoned as neurodivergent but with no confirmation in canon. i hear a showrunner said something at a panel last year but it hasnt been leaked on youtube yet.