3,750 notes // reblogsure sex is nice but have you ever suddenly been able to breathe out of both nostrils after having been congested for a while
56,822 notes // reblogLight a candle directly in front of your automatic Glade spray air freshener that way every 9 minutes a fireball shoots across your living room table, intimidating your house guests, asserting your dominance in your domain
214 notes // reblog“You’re bisexual? That’s means you’re 50/50, right”
“So… what’s your percentage? How bi are you?”
Some bi people can pinpoint how much they like girls and how much they like guys.
But not everyone can, and not everyone wants to.
I’m tired of people asking me how much I like girls vs how much I like guys. I might just start dating a non-binary person to shut y’all up.
“Wait, you’re bi but you like non-binary people too? Isn’t that pan?”
Don’t tell me how to live my life.
“Do you like gender fluid people too?”
Umm yes!!
I like girls. I like guys. I fuckin love people who are both.
Seriously, it’s the best of both worlds!! Nobody can tell you you’re actually just straight, and nobody can tell you you’re actually just gay. Nobody can tell you shit, because you’re bi as fuck and you’re datemate is awesome as a girl - guy, or a variation of the two.
💖💜💙
194,217 notes // reblogSo my friend works in the sound booth at his church and during the sermon, the preacher started bashing on gay people, so my friend muted him. Literally muted his preachers microphone I
Direct action
30,873 notes // reblogor you a heavy or light sleeper? a fluffy or silky blanket person? a silent or white noise person? single pillow or many pillows?
15,437 notes // reblog“if there are no cops at pride who will protect us” bears and butches next question
42,585 notes // reblogMy brother was diagnosed with depression years before I was, and because of that he started therapy years before I did.
I still remember when I was a young teen and he was playing a Nirvana song and he stopped it at this one line: “I miss the comfort of being sad”
He told me that when you start to get better, there’s a part of you that misses being sad and that if you start feeling that way you have to be extra extra aware and careful because if you indulge the feeling you’ll go down a self-destructive spiral
And even though that was years and years ago, I think about it all the time. Especially when I’m reading discourse on the idea of getting so attached to mental illness as an identity that you don’t want to improve things because you feel safe in it and don’t know who you are without it
I always think of that line “I miss the comfort of being sad” and my brother’s warning
