op turned off reblogs due to getting harassed over this post but i agree with this too hard .m y post now
“Terf is a slur used to silence us” dang bitch I wish it worked shut the fuck up
Why is there so much pressure
to give a name to certain parts of me?
How I feel,
how I love,
what I am.
I don’t know what my feelings are,
I just feel.
I don’t know what kind of love I experience,
I just love.
I don’t know what to call my identity,
I just am.
Some labels may be close,
but don’t feel quite right.
They trap me in a cage of expectations,
what people expect me to be,
because of the label I use.
I don’t need a word to describe myself
to know that I am me.
people are always like "Oh a vampire wouldn't get horny while drinking someone's blood, that's like getting horny while eating a sandwich" and like man have you never had a really good fucking sandwich?
daily affirmations
i am the unkillable faggot
i can exist in grocery stores
i have the shittiest music taste in any room
i have a gun
i recently had the honour of introducing my friend to the “[blank]er? i hardly know ‘er!” joke by loudly exclaiming “liquor? i hardly know her!!” during a party, causing my friend (never heard the joke before) to laugh so hard she threw up
*shows up fourteen years late to Tumblr with very cold Starbucks* So that Sherlock show is pretty good, huh!
this is genuinely the funniest thing i've ever seen
What soup r u made of?
Tomato, with a sprinkle of glitter and estrogen
Trans activist Jamison Green's passport photos before and after HRT. Left he's age 32 (1980) Right age 41 (1989) after being on testosterone for one year (x)
(read his autobiography here for free)