demigod-of-berk
im-just-a-lucky-boy:

kunaigirl:

claclalala:

This is for all you ladies out there.

the struggle is real

I have a trans man story about this.
Since I’m pre-t I still have my period but since I’m socially out as trans I use men’s bathrooms. One time at the college the family bathroom was taken and so I went into the men’s room to do my business. I tried opening the little pad as quietly as I could manage, but the rustling and ripping sound still happened. I froze in silence because I didn’t know if the other guy in the men’s room heard it or not.
Then after a little bit of silence I hear…
"Who has a bag of chips?"
And in a panic I just whisper back to him “I’m not sharing.”
Then I hear a huff before he finished his business and left.

im-just-a-lucky-boy:

kunaigirl:

claclalala:

This is for all you ladies out there.

the struggle is real

I have a trans man story about this.

Since I’m pre-t I still have my period but since I’m socially out as trans I use men’s bathrooms. One time at the college the family bathroom was taken and so I went into the men’s room to do my business. I tried opening the little pad as quietly as I could manage, but the rustling and ripping sound still happened. I froze in silence because I didn’t know if the other guy in the men’s room heard it or not.

Then after a little bit of silence I hear…

"Who has a bag of chips?"

And in a panic I just whisper back to him “I’m not sharing.”

Then I hear a huff before he finished his business and left.

demigod-of-berk

veganasana:

can we stop glorifying social anxiety and that “awkward girl”?

Because it’s not cute or adorable when I can’t even text my friends for the absolute terror that they hate me

and I can’t go to the grocery store on weekends or afternoons because there’s too many people and I can’t function

or that I always panic when talking to anyone new ever at all.

It’s not cute. It’s downright terrifying and I’d greatly appreciate it ya’ll fucking stopped.

swordartisonline
I should write about being in love, right?
About how the creases by his eyes came closer together as he smiled. Or how Frida Kahlo couldn’t paint a better pair of lips even if she tried. Maybe even how my fingers fit in between his so perfectly it seemed as if we were molded from the same clay. How his laugh made the whole bed vibrate and how when his big brown eyes locked with mine there was no key to release us. I’ll tell you about how he knew exactly how I like my tea and that I can recite his favorite E.E. Cummings poems by heart. I’ll tell you how we had designated days to stay in bed and how we were able to call each other the meanest names and kiss afterwards.
Maybe I’ll bring up how we were together for 12 years before he was diagnosed. I tell you about the nights in the hospital and how my fear of needles slowly withered away and how the sound of vomiting no longer makes my skin crawl, but rather that was all comforting. They were reminders that he was alive to see another day. But the creases were no longer only next to his eyes, they seemed to have made their way to his soul. His lips became too weak to kiss mine. His hands, much thinner and frail, seemed to be carved from stone.
But his eyes, they remained big and beautiful. I’ve never seen such a beautiful shade of brown. Filled with childish wonder, filled with infinite love. The same shade of chestnut as his coffin.
Love is easy to fake (via hijabae)
swordartisonline
  • Toddler: Mama, I L-L-Looo
  • Mother: You love me?!
  • Toddler: Long ago the four nations lived together in harmony. Then, everything changed when the Fire Nation attacked. Only the Avatar, master of all four elements could stop them, but when the world needed him most, he vanished. A hundred years past and my brother and I discovered the new Avatar, an Airbender named Aang. And although his airbending skills are great, he has a lot to learn before he's ready to save anyone. But I believe Aang can save the world.