And now i know what kind of three i am and that people actualy think i enjoy being alive 🙂
Enjoy the thomas the train i drew in the middle of the night while being stoned as fuck.
Me: Im not that traumatised
Also me when I have to call in sick for internship even tho I know damn well they are all nice people: they're gonna hate me. I am going to fail. I have to rehearse what I am going to say 493910393929 times or I'll die. Okay so I know I can barely stand up but do I Realy need to stay home? This is it, I might as well drop out of school. They're gonna tell me I'm a disappointment and they never want to see me again.
Internship: oh yea, sorry to hear that, get well soon!
Me: *confused* where is the hate
we learned about sundown towns today!!! proof that racism never went away and that people are just more quiet about it.Â
I've seen posts going around on the internet about a so called anti pride parade.
Apparently starting from june 1th people wanna go and post horribe anti lgbt stuff.
If this is true they want to push us down again.
At this time when pride was canceled anyway.
At this time when the world is a huge mess already, they wanna come and make it worse.
If this is true my heart will go out to the lgbtq+ kids that already live with a unnacepting or even abusive family.
I hope you all will be save.
But i also want to say that i wont sit down and just watch it happen.
If they want to start a fight all over again so be it.
We have been fighting for far too long to back down now.
If this is real it means that we now more than ever need to stand up.
Show that we are here and we wont let oureselves get ereased.
We are strong.
We are brave.
We are queens
We are kings.
We are majesties.
We are kids, adults and even older people who are forced to be warriors.
Right now we need to support each other in anyway possible.
Show them that we cannot be stopped.
No matter what happens, no matter how many times they try to stop us, no matter how many times they kick us down.
We will rise.
For we are the lgbtq+ community.
And no one can stop us.
He made a whole song about how he can walk and she can not.
Like... thats petty.
the concept of how sir arthur conan doyle was as a person always sends me into fits. imagine making the most famous literary character of all time but you hate the character so much you try to kill him off. but everyone is so horny for this asshole detective they make you bring him back. even your own mother gets mad when he’s dead because she likes him. raising your prices to ridiculous rates to avoid writing holmes stories backfired and now you’re rich. it’s absolutely a pain because it’s keeping you from your true passion which is spiritualism despite how one of your good friends harry houdini keeps telling you it’s bullshit. you consider your best novels to be historical ones but they’re well over shadowed by the nemesis of your own creation sherlock fucking holmes. some fake photographs from some kids convinced you faeries were real and you wrote a whole book about it. you started writing stories in medical school. and yes, also you are a doctor. after you’re dead, they erect a statue of sherlock holmes across the street from your birthplace, causing you to probably roll over one hundred eighty degrees in your grave and scream into your casket pillow.
Me: why am I so tired and weak, how do I feel better.
My malnourished, dehydrated and burned out body: I have a vew suggestions