Reblog To Give Somebody A Fucking Hug Because We Are All Struggling To Get Through It. Solidarity In

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reblog to give somebody a fucking hug because we are all struggling to get through it. solidarity in this tough ass world.

I have become soulless. My being is in pieces. I am, but a shell of a person I used to be, once, long time ago, in my mother's belly. Pure. Untouched.

give me ace characters who are unabashedly sexy and flirtatious.

give me aro characters who are emotional and clingy.

give me bi characters who can't even make eye contact with anyone, let alone flirt with them.

give me pan characters who are deadpan (haha get it) and have black cat energy.

give me non-binary characters who dress completely femme or masc, who don't “look non-binary”.

give me trans characters who don't completely pass as their gender but are still respected and not the butt of a joke.

fuck the stereotypes, give me more variety in queer representation.

Water was always calming to me, Its sound, the usual coolness, the salty smell.

It is bringing peace.

‘Your favourite time of the day?’

‘Dusk and dawn.’

‘Why?’

‘That’s when the Sun is the most gentle. It awakes you, throwing beams into your eyes, or, it bids you adieu while you’re wrapping up your evening walk. It’s always with you, always caressing you.’

Where did you come from, where did you go?

Where did you come from, Cotton-Eye Joe?