Anytime I Hear A Random Mention From A Friend That They Were Talking About Me Somewhere Randomly My Brain

anytime i hear a random mention from a friend that they were talking about me somewhere randomly my brain bluescreens

my singing voice is good for showers and mornings in the kitchen and drunken nights and lullabies for babies who need sleep and im okay with this

me when someone complains about something that's been genuinely bothering me too but i just brushed it off because i was worried that i was just bitchy/callous/sensitive but now I feel Vindicated

edit: original post is back, given its blown up sm im also linking the vetted fundraisers from Palestinians who've reached out to me recently here, here, here, here, here, here and here! please read their stories, donate if you can, and share them around!

edit 2: terfs get the fuck off this post. guarantee that you're the ones that we're all complaining about behind your backs. im trans and I fucking love my trans siblings of all stripes with all of my heart, way more than your pathetic arses could ever hate them

It's fanfiction it doesn't have to be perfect it doesn't have to be accurate this is a hobby you're doing this for fun it's okay if it isn't perfect and polished you're doing it for fun [talking to myself in the mirror]

what doesn't kill you makes you weird at intimacy

i genuinely think people harassing celebs is a labor rights issue as well as a conversation about boundaries. celebs make art for you and perform for you but they, like me performing my metaphorical song and dance for my customers, have off the clock time that needs to be recognized for what it is. celebs are artists making art for you, they, a person, are not a commodity. you are not entitled to them at any time day or night any more than my boss is entitled to ask me to work off the clock either.