Just remembered how I went to the psych ward in April and was basically told by the staff my life was unusually extremely bad and all things considered im doing extremely well and they basically never see people like me in there and didnt know how to help bc my life is That Bad
i didn't wanna believe it when i was younger but growing up really does make you stop giving a fuck about lgbtq identity discourse. like why would i care
day 2 of pride month and my white tenderqueer dog is already trying to weaponize his identity to emotionally manipulate me into taking him for a walk and picking up his poop
moshing discourse from people not involved in hardcore is so funny because they’re acting like everyone’s held hostage in a locked room being tortured when they paid to be there
used to be friends with someone who let multiple friendships die bc something bothered her and she refused to address it.
it was always the same “i hate conflict, im afraid of conflict”
truth is you’re never avoiding conflict, the conflict is there! you’re avoiding resolution
We shouldn't only exist in fucking discord servers and memorials. We deserve to live full lives and a world of scum cowards denies us that over and over, because it's easier to not think about the tranny, because it makes them doubt themselves or whatever the fuck