Oh my god you took the words out of my brain. I love it.
people change you and sometimes that is the worst thing in the entire world because you used to like yourself a little more but now you hate the flinch that lives in your shoulderblades and you overthink every moment and you never set a boundary without feeling internally destroyed and it fucking sucks because they shouldn't get to do that, they already ruined your life the once, it shouldn't echo into the future
but also people change you and sometimes that is the softest morning and the best surprise. realizing that you can divide things into perfect thirds without trying because you were a sibling in a group of 3 and always needed to measure out things. you learned to skip rope and step around cracks from the kid down the street. you love the way your favorite english teacher influenced your writing.
you're old enough these days to know your mother was right and you should take a coat just in case it gets cold but you are still too young to have outrun the thunderstorm of your childhood. you arrange your spoons the way you learned growing up but you've since reorganized the rest of your kitchen to make sense to you and the way that you like working. you fold your clothes actually still based on the marie kondo method (you just like the habit of it) but you allow yourself to just-loosely-chuck-some-of-it-in because really who has the fuckin' time for it.
you still can't be in the room while people look at your art (some kind of weird mix of guilt, shame, and embarrassment) but you picked up certain words and phrases from friends that help you slow down and treat yourself a little bit gentle with it. you always take other people's crafts with a reverence like praying, but you can't help that when you see your own work from a few years ago, you mirror someone else's snort of disdain. you saw other people's bodies and freckles and stretch marks and scars and you realized they are all still fucking beautiful to you, almost obscenely so, because they belong to someone you care for so deeply that it blocks out the sun - but you can't help the little flash of self-judgement whenever you pass a mirror; the voice from too-many years of 90's and 00's skinny-means-you've-won.
and it's kind of funny because you meet someone new and while they're making friends with you, you get to see these little stories playing out of them. you meet your mom and you think oh that's where they get the accent and you meet their college roommate and you think that's the same joke you both make and you meet their friend and you think ah so this is explains the oddly vast knowledge of freshwater lakes
and then one day in the mirror you reach your hand up to push back your hair and you think - oh shit, that was them. or you make a comment and you think ah, stole that from someone else. or you stand in the store and get that random flash of they would totally tell me to buy this. and it is like a little strange river to bind you to them - that over all this time and space, their hands guide your hands and your heart in silence. it is good and it is bad and is so precious and so horrible. it is both proof of love on this earth and it is also the thing that is keeping you hurt.
a little promise that is probably true: somewhere out there, your hands are ever-so-often guiding them too.
Why didn't Wu Ming give Xie Lian a Cornetto in canon, maybe he'd have calmed down a little
reblogs and screaming in tags is always appreciated <33
A new mode of production arises out of the newly networked masses.
bring back tumblr ask culture let me. bother you with questions and statements
if someone wants to help emily gwen (creator of the lesbian flag) afford basic necessities here is her ko-fi. if you can’t donate, reblogging this would really help her out
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It’s important to recognise that Barbie (2023) criticises both the patriarchy AND the matriarchy. Yes, the Ken’s are just accessories to the Barbies. Yes, they don’t have any say in the government they live under. That’s the point, you’re supposed to feel awful, you’re supposed to want the Kens to have their own agency, you’re supposed to want equality. The Barbie movie explicitly states that the way Barbie treats Ken is wrong, so much so that once he finds a safe space for his masculinity and individual identity he’s so excited to share it with the other Kens.
But they go overboard and replace a matriarchy with a patriarchy and now the same issue exists but in reverse. That’s the POINT!! THATS THE POINT!!! Barbie is not anti-men it’s pro equality PLEASE understand this
minecraft add baby endermen immediately
This whole “New year new you!” shit pisses me off. New year, sure, but new you? Hell no. So many people are like the new year is a fresh start and no the hell it isn’t. The only fresh start we get is when we’re born. I’m not saying people can’t be forgiven, or that they should stop trying to improve, just that nothing is a fresh start. There will always be people you affected, you continue to affect, and you can’t rip away the version of yourself they knew, people will always have perceptions of the ‘old’ you that won’t go away just by virtue of you changing. It’s a new year but I’m the same me, and I find that comforting. It’s not a new book, just a new chapter, and whatever the characters did before still affect the narrative, but now they have an opportunity for more growth.
Reblog if you're pan, bi, ace, or really love chicken nuggets. I'm trying to prove something.