me, finally: I think I deserve happiness and should connect with my friends in a genuine and soft way

my cocktail of mental illnesses: ……. anyways,

@sirjakethemage

everastoria:

does anyone else ever unintentionally read a negative review of something you rly like and you have to consciously make an effort not to internalize it and trick yourself into hating the thing you loved 2 seconds ago

chronicintrovert:

self-care is spending 90% of your day absorbed in fictional worlds/characters to avoid thinking about or engaging with your very real problems

alternatives to having a body

deusant:

1. become a complex system of fireflies

2. upload my consciousness to sentient fog

3. project intelligence onto monolithic abandoned tannery

daveeddiggsit:

barduil:

me: I’m so excited to write this fic, it’s going to be good, I love it, I’m so pumped

*writes it in head before sleeping, gets emotional over songs that could fit the story, elaborates background and characterisations, writes lines on phone*

also me, in front of laptop: yeah, but no, I’ve got nothing

WHY IS THIS SO ACCURATE

Bad thing: *happens*
Me: Well, I guess it’s time to find a 100k fanfiction and keep reading till I lose all sense of reality and forget about all my problems and instead focus on the More Important Problems of imaginary people.

trans-mom:

You don’t have to know what your sexuality is. You don’t have to know what your gender is. There isn’t a test that you need to prepare for. Sometimes these things are confusing and the only answers you have are “not straight / cis.” Don’t beat yourself up over not knowing.

childlikemperor:

did anybody else grow up bein that one friend who was in the group but not really IN the group??? like your friends would go places and throw parties and not invite u n stuff????? idk that really fucked up my self esteem hbu

roachpatrol:

roachpatrol:

roachpatrol:

imagine lemony snicket narrating your transition, though.

Rachel said, “I’m cis, but—” a phrase which here means ‘I have a very large surprise waiting for me later in life’.

“Perhaps you have been influenced by all the transtrenders,” opined Mrs Scorseby. ‘Transtrenders’ here refers to a small group of people who, for reasons quite beyond Mrs Scorseby, enjoy dressing up in particular sorts of specialized undergarments and avoiding various gristly and untimely demises at the hands of local gender authorities.’

Gender is a very complicated business for some people. Many people live their whole lives as the same gender they started with, in the same way many people are fortunate enough to remain in the same house in which they were born, a house which never burns down or goes into foreclosure or finds itself due to be invaded by mysterious operatives with nefarious purposes. But some rare and unlucky people wake up one day to an urgent and undeniable phone call, and after that there is simply nothing else to do but throw anything that comes to hand into a rucksack and take off for the Scottish highlands in a false beard.