PERSONA DANCING ALL OVER MY SOUL

cr0wleftofthemurder:

“bi women are basically straight” aka “we as a society have been taught that female/female relationships exist as a performative act in order to entertain straight men instead of as actual relationships that exist only for the two people dating each other, and I have internalized this idea and projected it onto bisexual women, insisting that their attraction to women is really just an urge to perform f/f attraction for a potential male partner”

ehlers-danloscircus:

whatever the reason may be, I hope you have a good evening!

To those who are struggling with the holiday, take good care of you! Be gentle with you! Do whatever you need to be safe and comfortable (if possible). ♡♡♡

socialjusticesummoner:

it kinda creeps me out when people say things like, “thanks for letting me borrow your wife for (activity)!“ like what she’s a person she exists outside of me and chooses how she spends her time which is occasionally away from me what the fuck

hologramgrl:

why do dogs aggressively lick their paws, wash your hands like a normal person

acceptmyshaft:

Okay so I’ve decided to tell my story about fat camps/schools.

When I was fifteen years old, I was very obese. I’m not even 5 feet tall, and I was near 275 pounds. A lil’ doughball. I needed to lose weight, bad. Not just for looks, but for my actual health. I’d been put on diets for years, to no avail. Jenny Craig, Weight Watchers, Nutrisystem all failed me. 

So one day, my parents threatened me with boarding school. They said that if I didn’t somehow, someway get myself whipped into shape, they’d send me to someone who would. That “someone” was the system that was Wellspring Academy.

Before I knew it - literally less than a week after my parents first threatened me with the idea of it, I was sent for 10 months to this tiny school of 45 students, nestled in the mountains of Brevard, North Carolina. The school campus itself was a rented space from a summer camp. The cafeteria sat at the very top of an impossibly steep hill, with the girl’s dorms and boy’s dorms slightly further down the hill. At the bottom of the hill was a lake, used a total of twice for activities. About half a mile down the way was a tennis court and open field used for sports. 

When I arrived, I was placed in a room in the girls’ dorm that, at most, should have fit two people. Instead, four bunk beds - 8 people - were stuffed into this tiny space in the log cabin. Our stuff was piled to the ceilings; storage cabinets simply did not cut it because of how small the space was. What storage we did fit in there was overflowing with clothes, clean and dirty alike. It was near impossible to walk; eventually, though, we managed to clear a path of downtrodden clothes from the innermost beds to the doorway and bath.

Our ceiling was infested with spiders. Just before my arrival at this camp, a nest of spiders made the ceiling above my particular bunk its home, and my roommates warned me, saying, “We have no idea when they’ll hatch, but the staff won’t be bothered to remove them. Just pray every night.”

That was just the very, very, very tip of the iceberg of hellishness Wellspring had to offer.

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alwayskeepingit100:

Recognize how you hurt people not just how people hurt you

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sixsteen:

if u feel sad right now look at this bunny eating a flower