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Pre-menstrual depression is always depicted as like "He He! I had a box of icecream bars and cried while watching the Titanic!" But in reality, it's more like, "I'm standing the edge of an abyss. There is nothing good inside of me, I'm filled with rage and desperation."

It's crazy that being told how to deal with that is never a part of anyone's menstrual sex education.

Sorry for infodumping about my special interest out of nowhere, you said a keyword and it activated my unskippable dialogue

reblog to drop a car battery on a post below

Good times make soft men? Good. Soft men make me hard.

i hate when i, a completely healthy person (very chronically ill), get sick (flare up) for no reason at all (i exerted myself way past my limit just cuz i didn’t wanna be “annoying”)

i regret most of the things i say, unfortunately that does not stop me from saying them

Most jackal mounts are so...so bad

Everyday it's more and more important to me to be visibly queer, not only as I become more confident in my existence, but also as my world becomes less and less comfortable <3

rejection sensitivity is so fucking lame. like boo hoo look at me i felt mildly ignored for 30 seconds and already started planning my own funeral liKE BITCH CHILL it was never that serious

WHERE IT ALL STARTED…

The origins of Jon’s story, the book he was always meant to read

my beautiful daughter named paranoia. shes right behind me isnt she

WOOF WOOF

Everyone say thank you american indigenous people for cultivating corn, potatoes, peppers, tomatoes, cacao, pumpkin, squash, and anything i missed. Makes life more meaningful globally

My cats wanted to fight again and I wasn't letting them but the passion in their eye contact suggests they started fighting telepathically

no i am not immune to early 2000s pop-punk music that fucks a little harder than everyone likes to admit

wrong.

do you remember?

10 days too late for 9/11 love

do you remember?

Creachers….

Most jackal mounts are so...so bad

it always really bothered me as a kid when people would act like the “meaning of life” is some big mystery when it was always so clear to me. i knew the meaning of life every night when i laid down beside my parents, i stared into its eyes when i got my first cat, i held its hand each time i crossed the street with my mom, i tasted it when my grandparents gave me candy without my moms permission, i felt it well up in my eyes when my dad moved out, and every time before i hang up my phone i hear it whisper “i love you.”

they should not have been telling me this shit before i could comprehend time