I Have Anxiety. Had It For Ages. No, Putting Myself Out There Will Not Solve It.

Please.

Bi culture is wondering where all the other bi people are.

People assume your sexuality by who your partner is, and gays and straights harass us if we correct them, so we don’t have a visible or audible community to feel safe or included. Our bicons? Are literally called allies All The Time. Ugh. Like Megan Fox and Ke$ha and Billie Joe Armstrong aren’t right there being exquisitely bi.

Yes.

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My Mind in its Abstract Splendour

The “Alternate Life” Juxtaposition

My next entry focuses on the various forks in life, the so-called “what-ifs” that we so deny to talk about but haunts us in the times of

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I didn't want my heart anyway... Now it's lying somewhere where I read this damn post. Yes please read it too.

written for suptober day 4: branded

i solemnly swear to stop writing sad shit at some point

Sam made him take the jacket off. It was the first time he’d come alive since it happened. He fought back, pushing him away and clutching it closely to his body. 

When Sam had finally pushed him into a chair and peeled it off him, his eyes had widened and Dean had cursed. 

He didn’t need Sam to see. He didn’t need Sam to know why he was spiraling, a million emotions clamoring for his attention. He didn’t need Sam to know that he was so numb to everything, so completely lost that he barely even cared that what Sam had taken away wasn’t even the whole mark. 

Sam looked between Dean’s eyes and the burn marks on his t-shirt, eyes questioning, and then he took the jacket to throw it in the wash. 

By the time he got back, Dean had pulled the sleeve of his shirt down. He was just staring. He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, just stared. 

He could feel the burn searing into his skin. Could feel the jolt of Cas’ grace ripping frantically through him. Could see the terror in the angel’s eyes. Could see the cosmic entity in Billie’s guise smirking at them as she pulled Cas away. 

Sam cleared his throat and sat at the table across from him. Dean didn’t bother looking up from the mark. “That’s the same place you had it when he pulled you from-”

“Yeah,” Dean said quietly. 

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[The Post-reading Process] Andy Weir's The Martian

[The Post-reading Process] Andy Weir’s The Martian

The number of pirate ninjas it required for me to push myself to write this is insane.This is one reference that I kept going back to – coz its cool. Well, hello y’all. A long hiatus, a longer spell of depression later I’m back, with yet another book to regale. And this time, I’ve gone out of space. The Martian, by Andy Weir is one such sci-fi book that makes the point across the best way, with…

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quick protip: if someone is crying or freaking out over something minor, eg wifi not connecting, can’t find their hat, people talking too loud, do NOT tell them how small or petty the problem is to make it better. they know. they would probably love to calm down. you are doing the furthest possible thing from helping. people don’t have to earn expressions of feelings.

sometimes i think about the golden record and i want to cry

The best dialogue ever

"I'm British. This is not tea." -he says to the Chinese-American woman