I Just Read That Donald Trump And His Circus Took Down A Website Called Reproductiverights.gov

There is a certain feeling of longing. Not sexual, not romantic, not specifically about anyone. Just a painful longing that has been destroying me. I want someone to cuddle. I want to have someone to call stupid pet names. I want someone who I can feel safe and vulnerable with. But, nobody knows what it is. Nobody who I have ever met has wanted to be my queer platonic partner, and I don't feel like this melancholy feeling will ever stop. I feel like I will never meet someone who wants to sit with me and play with my hair. This might sound stupid to others not experiencing this melancholy feeling, but to me, this feels more hurtful and more heavy than any romantic or sexual longing, because it has a feeling of unattainability. The feeling feels very bittersweet for some reason. It almost feels like something is so simple, but you specifically will never experience it. But, it is also beautiful in many ways, hence being bittersweet. I am sorry to the random strangers who come across my account with this post; this is not my normal content. As for my community, sorry for the venting and ranting.

i’m SO TIRED of y’all not including muslim women and especially hijabis in your activism. i’m tired of always wondering how inclusive your inclusive feminism is. from now on if you’re not explicitly vocal about your support of muslim and hijabi women i don’t consider you an ally.

I have stretch marks.

Reblog if you do too. Just to prove that it is more normal than what people actually think.

My back and forth writings with @dullgecko have only confirmed what I knew in my heart and that is that Fabian Aramais Seacaster was destined to be YA paranormal romance heroine. He wasn't meant to be in these streets getting tormented by Chungledown Bim and Sexy Rats.

He was meant to be fought over by werewolves and vampires after finding out that his absent mother was an Elf and he has an ancient magic. He was meant to be whisked away by a Fey Prince and be held in his enchanted castle. He was meant to attend a remote boarding school that has a secret population of students that are fallen angels.

He has white hair, silver eyes, depression, and pronouns COME ON!

Losing my mind over this article

Inspired @connorsquarter ‘s post

Stop dating abusive women 2018

I HATE frisbees

reblog this w your weirdest fear!!! mine’s balloons