Sandra Cisneros, From "Tea Dance, Provincetown, 1982", Woman Without Shame

I'm not "giving up" or "being negative" I'm adjusting to my reality - which is actually a lot healthier than repeatedly pushing myself past my limits and then getting mad at myself when it doesn't work.

i think a lot about the loneliness of being aromantic. because it's something that's so profound, right? you're told your whole life that you need something to make you happy, to make you complete, to give you connection with other people, and when you realize you're aro, that's torn away from you. everything you've been raised to want is no longer something that will fulfill you. you are not built to be happy. and it gets better with time, it does! you restructure your world view, bit by bit, and the sting fades, but... i don't think it ever truly goes away. it's hard to express, because i love being aro, and i'm happy being aro, i wouldn't want to be any other way, but at the same time. there is such a profound heartbreak to knowing that you will never be someone's most important person in a society that values romance. that you'll never get the happy ever after that you were promised as a child. and you know you can be happy. but there's a lifetime of amatonormativity that lives in your brain and tells you that you can't.

I have beef with the 1% that would defend cockroaches! 😡

“Trust yourself. You’ve survived a lot. And you’ll survive whatever is coming.”

— Unknown

i save me, i heal me, i got me, i have me.

Proud of me.