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i’m quinn, black, he/they, 23 y/o

on every level except physical i am

my main occupation is being a jester. i have secondary position as a neurotic film major dropout

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kin/system carrd

have a rootin tootin day

watermotif

gram loves you. please call

buried-in-stardust

A Daoist priest flying over the water

cynicjovial

Setting up two gofundmes at the same time one for top surgery and one for breast implants and im gonna get the surgery that gets its goal funded first. #teamflats vs #teambigunaturals

mino2aur

like im not even a lesbian but when i see a butch relief and respect washes over me like how i presume an american feels when they see a member of the military or perhaps ronald mac donald.

turnipwizard

i love thermodynamics because its like no…. my toaster waffle did not get cold… it simply tried to warm this big cold world all by its little self… her heat was given… and she asked for NOTHING in return … ;_;

pansyfemme

i love headcanoning old men as ftm. like considering fandom loves to equate being transmasc to being young no one will probably agree with me but i look into his eyes and see the wisdom only a post-menopausal man could provide

compassionatereminders

"No one remembered my birthday-" Well, but did YOU tell anyone it was coming up and you wanted to celebrate it with them?

"I wish someone would see through it when I tell people I'm fine-" Well, but have YOU considered not lying when people ask you how you're doing?

"I am so resentful of my friend because they keep doing this thing that really bothers me-" Well, but have YOU directly communicated that the thing is bothering you?

"I am burning out because my friend keeps expecting me to help them with serious struggles-" Well, but have YOU tried to establish the boundaries you need to feel okay?

"No one ever asks me about this thing I really care about-" Well, but have YOU brought it up yourself?

"I miss my friend but they haven't texted me-" Well, but have YOU been reaching out to them?

Sometimes people are mean, uncaring assholes, in which case you get to be mad. But sometimes you just need to communicate better. Try communication before you assume someone doesn't care!

jewfrogs

i hate the way mental illness is conceptualized in general but specifically on here where there’s this weird focus on disorders defining what symptoms you have rather than disorders being the constructed result of the symptoms that you have, which exist outside of the framework of the disorder

jewfrogs

you don’t have to have a specific disorder in order for your symptoms to be real and meaningful or for you to be able to describe your symptoms in certain ways (like, if you feel that “dissociation” describes your experiences, you don’t have to have a disorder that causes dissociation in order for that to be a meaningful way for you to understand your experiences). you don’t need the permission granted by a disorder to experience symptoms

t4tails

"acab includes fandom police" "acab includes bossy people" "acab includes-" no it doesnt. no it fucking doesnt. there is a way for you to express your disapproval of a group without equating it to the government sponsored institution that loves to torture and kill black people

starjasmines

if you have a boyfriend and you start liking another guy you dont actually have to break up. basically you can put the first boyfriend in the bathroom and close the door, and then bring the second guy into the house and let them get used to each other's smells through the door. if you supervise them for the first couple weeks, they should eventually get along or at least not kill each other while youre away.

amygdalan-arm

Keying/graffiti-ing someones car is old news now if someone cheats we go at their wardrobe with a seam ripper

yknow what? Fuck you *unstitches all your shirts and jeans*

skitzofreak

My mother did this to my father once. They got into an argument, my very pregnant and hormonal mother stormed off…except they lived in a tiny apartment so the only place to go was to shut herself into the closet for a good long sulk. And while she was sitting in there, fuming, she looked up and saw her sewing kit on the shelf, and all my father’s uniforms hanging right there.

So she picked one shirt and one pair of trousers, carefully, methodically ripped every third stitch out of every seam, and then hung them back up together so that he would be likely to pick them at the same time. This took her a couple hours, so by the time she was done, the anger had worn down. She came out, she and my father had a talk that ended in apologies, after which they were tired and went to bed. My mother swears up and down that she meant to warn my father about the sabotaged clothes in the morning, but he wore a different uniform set and they were both still feeling a little raw, so she didn’t want to bring up the fight again. She decided to tell him that night instead.

And then she forgot.

Anyway, about four days later, my father apparently came home roughly an hour after he left for work, his clothes slowly, gently shredding off his body, the most bewildered expression on his face. “Paula,” he said, his voice mildly shell-shocked. “Paula, my clothes are broken.”

My mother promptly burst out laughing so hard that she went into labor. And that’s the story of my birth, heralded by petty vengeance and utter confusion.

rainydays12

GUYS IT’S THE POST

gayoticbeing

THIS POST THIS POST OMG

telltaletypist

it's wild that virtually all modern digital infrastructure is built to constantly spy on us and harvast our data for advertising yet online advertsing is still basically worthless and nobody seems to actually be benefitting from all this

fox-on-the-moon

Actually making your selfinsert overpowered and friends with all your faves and a hybrid of the coolest species and in a relationship with your crush and the long lost sibling of the villain is called having fun and its cool as fuck