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"I would kill for you. I would die for you" would you take a break for me? Would you sit down and rest? For a day, a week, a year? Would you let others take care of your needs for me? Would you let yourself be held for me? By me?

I like how teens are too young to figure out their sexuality unless its heterosexual

it’s that time of year

y’all remind yourselves your account is your space. you’re not a performance. you’re not annoying by being yourself. if people aren’t into it they can leave. you’re not obligated to please anyone, especially at the cost of your personal expression. the worst thing you can do for your online enjoyment is to filter or censor yourself.

depression tips™

shower. not a bath, a shower. use water as hot or cold as u like. u dont even need to wash. just get in under the water and let it run over you for a while. sit on the floor if you gotta.

moisturize everything. use whatever lotion u like. unscented? dollar store lotion? fancy ass 48 hour lotion that makes u smell like a field of wildflowers? use whatever you want, and use it all over. 

put on clean, comfortable clothes. 

put on ur favorite underwear. cute black lacy panties? those ridiculous boxers u bought last christmas with candy cane hearts on the butt? put em on.

drink cold water. use ice. if u want, add some mint or lemon for an extra boost.

clean something. doesn’t have to be anything big. organize one drawer of ur desk. wash five dirty dishes. do a load of laundry. scrub the bathroom sink. 

blast music. listen to something upbeat and dancey and loud, something that’s got lots of energy. sing to it, dance to it, even if you suck at both.

make food. don’t just grab a granola bar to munch. take the time and make food. even if it’s ramen. add something special to it, like a hard boiled egg or some veggies. prepare food, it tastes way better, and you’ll feel like you accomplished something. 

make something. write a short story or a poem, draw a picture, color a picture, fold origami, crochet or knit, sculpt something out of clay, anything artistic. even if you don’t think you’re good at it.

go outside. take a walk. sit in the grass. look at the clouds. smell flowers. put your hands in the dirt and feel the soil against your skin.

call someone. call a loved one, a friend, a family member, call a chat service if you have no one else to call. talk to a stranger on the street. have a conversation and listen to someone’s voice. if you can’t, text or email or whatever, just have some social interaction with another person. even if you don’t say much, listen to them.

cuddle your pets if you have them/can cuddle them. take pictures of them. talk to them. tell them how u feel, about your favorite movie, a new game coming out.

As soon as she saw this house in Nashville,Tennessee, Adora knew it was the house for her, and her biggest indulgence was having it professionally painted pink. 

She loves coming home to a pink house and stepping out on her pink porch.

As soon as you walk thru the front door, there’s a big gold cage that indicates the decor is unique. I wonder if it’s an old elevator.

She says her decor is selectively curated vintage, b/c her choices are unique. She describes the style as “Hollywood regency mystique meets 1970s opulence, with some kitsch and borderline gaudiness depending on which room! But always glamorous, luxurious, and comfortable!”

Instead of a living room and dining room, she chose to have 2 living rooms, b/c she prefers lounging to anything formal. 

She looks for credenzas, end tables, and nightstands that have storage, b/c the older home only has one closet, so she keeps clothes everywhere.

Her biggest inspirations are mostly a mixture of a few of her favorite 1960s and ’70s Palm Springs time capsule homes,

She painted her kitchen appliances and countertops, and also hung the shelves. 

Painting the cabinets pulled it all together. 

Adora doesn’t give decorating advice b/c she feels that decor is so personal. 

She says that the only mistake people make with color is being afraid of it. But, she adds that if you like white and neutrals that can look good, too. 

And, she says to remember that texture pulls a room together. 

Her favorite piece is her 1970s red round bed. She bought it from a woman who bought it directly from a furniture store in the 70s and Adora’s only the 2nd owner.

The bathroom was recently remodeled, which included a claw foot tub. That tile!

https://www.apartmenttherapy.com/vibrant-pink-nashville-house-tour-photos-37097894

So cozy! the mural in the first image is my favorite.

via onekindesign

I see a lot of ‘cis’ women say they wish they were androgynous in the way men were or they wish they were pretty in the way men were. This is your sign to go try to do that. You may find you enjoy being an androgynous woman. You may find you no longer identify as a woman. You may find you don’t like androgyny. You will not know until you try. Cut your hair if you’ve always wanted to but have been afraid to. Shop in the men’s section if you’ve been too nervous to. Wear clothing with an androgynous  silhouette. Experiment with binding, take baby steps with compression bras if you want. Wear unisex scents. Live life. Try things you want to try. A lot of cis women do not understand the joys of mens pants and mens deodorant. I think everyone should try both of those things.

I really do think an important component of activism is to make sure your motivation is based on a desire to help/improve things for the people being harmed by a system, and not hatred for the ones doing the harm. both for mental health reasons, and because either way you're training your neural pathways and it's gonna turn out a lot better for literally everyone if the question on everyone's mind after achieving a goal is "how/which people can we help next, what's the next step for improving things" and not "who do we need to attack next."

I'm not saying don't be angry, there are a lot of good reasons to be angry right now and it makes for an excellent kick in the pants, just don't define yourself by it or it's gonna poison you and potentially do collateral damage.

Nothing in this world makes me feel more useless and stupid than job hunting. It’s like taking a test for something you have no way of studying for, and employers are trying to trick you into signing your life away.

I’m so scared I’m just going to be a failure for the rest of my life.

just like enamored by this interaction i had yesterday and again today with this old gay man…not to be like ‘oh what a feeling to see someone who has survived’ but literally that & today we actually ended up chatting and he asked me “are you family?” which i didn’t catch at all until he gave me an extremely knowing look (chin tilt, raised eyebrow. and he really just had such a shine about him, too) and i just got flooded with this big stupid feeling thinking about how much he has seen and known…about many things but esp lgbt community as it exists offline and historically & how if i were to ask, and were somehow able to know, there are 1000 different lifetimes in his, i’m sure. his name is leonardo

storyteller

sometimes I forget that I'm just a teenager writing a webcomic in my spare time, so I shouldn't hold myself to the same standards as, say, a feature film with an entire team of professional writers, or Hiromu Arakawa. Writing flawed stories is okay, and even necessary in order to write better ones :)

(if you want to read aforementioned amateur webcomic...)

*cries in wanting a queerplatonic polycule*

"I'm sorry. Did I come too late?"

juri and shiori x japanese breakfast

FUCK DISCOVERY HERE'S THE 4 SEASONS OF INFINITY TRAIN

Just in case you forget this exists.

It exists.

Them....;;

Haruka Tenou ☆ 天王 はるか