Fire: impulsive midnight roadtrips, hot showers, red lipstick, the warm buzz of spicy peppers, overthinking and overloving, sea salt and vinegar chips, completely passionate about everything she does, wandering art museums without a care, neon lights and glowsticks, a little messy but she tries, pop rocks, bright flashing eyes that dance in the candlelight, accidentally snorting when she laughs, a face you can’t forget even after nights you can’t remember, casual touching, the secret thrill when a lover’s hand touches the small of the back, tiny powerful tattoos, late August nights, creased book spines, cursive, always there without fail.
Air: lemon-lime seltzer water, bullet journals, old grandfather clocks, shimmery highlighter, fireflies, the smell of honey, ethereal and effervescent, always making everyone in the room laugh, opening gifts on Christmas morning, suggestive winks, fruity herbal tea, light wash jeans, philosophical discussions turning into heated debates into spontaneous make out sessions, cherry limeade, sunrises on mountaintops, classical music, gardenia soy candles, early riser, dew drops on the grass, mood swings with the weather, doodles on the cuffs of her jeans, young heart old soul, dancing in the rain, indecisive, inspirational quotes, destined to do great things.
Water: paint-speckled hands, telescopes, freckles smattered across noses, old books, a little bit lost, bites her lip unconsciously, flowy dresses, iced coffee, stolen glances across the room, adrenaline rushes, inside jokes, a bookworm letting her hair down, shooting stars, she acts like summer and walks like rain, jazz music, always has chapstick, hides emotions until it all comes out in one big rush, sings to herself, acoustic guitars, kisses under willow trees, pressed flowers, always has a story to tell, salty ocean air, breaths of stardust, handwritten love letters that smell of perfume, bare feet, acts like she doesn’t care but she cares too much, wandering always
Earth: pine needles and campfire smoke, loving hugs that you didn’t know you needed, sandy feet on dashboards, surprisingly dark sense of humor, steadfast and loyal, full-bodied red wine, loves medieval history, haunted European castles, honeycomb, newsprint left on fingers from reading the latest headline, jasmine rose perfume, cracked lips, fast falling lights as things progress, van Gogh’s sunflowers, grass stains, feels small when looking out at the universe, iron will, combat boots, stopped clocks, scattered rose petals, deep conversations at 2am, bruised kneecaps, the perfect winged eyeliner, black and white movies, sitting on rooftops
the gays can be put into two categories: queen gays and beatles gays
this website has just recently become tolerable (aka the best its been in a long time) and I don’t think we should sit idly by and let the entire ecosystem get fucked just bc twitter isn’t fun for them anymore. i’m not even trying to be dramatic. if more big names do come here and try and treat it like twitter 2.0 then there will be changes. public follower counts. more ads. changes to the dashboard. its less about not wanting celebrities on here, more about not wanting this site to succumb to what has ruined so many other platforms
As someone who changed his name just for fun when I thought I was still cis, i promise most people are ok with accepting a new name, even if you lie and say it’s a nickname. I promise. It’s really easy to just casually go “hey I wanna go by Bob now, it’s an old nickname I wanna bring back” like. Just start introducing yourself to new ppl, no one knows better. and if someone accidentally deadnames you just go haha no I go by my nickname now.
It sucks that ppl treat nicknames as more sacred than trans ppls choice names but still.
I work at a daycare with infants.
One of our baby girls is fat, in the 99th percentile for her age. She is super cute and sweet. Lately, she has been sick with various breathing issues, so she has been reluctant to take her bottles. Normally, she’ll take 4 ounces of formula at lunch and 8 ounces in the afternoon. Today, I was lucky to get to her take 5 all day.
There was a substitute covering a lunch break in my classroom today. We emphasized to her that we need to keep trying to get the baby to drink her bottle until she finished it. She said, “Why are you guys so worried about taking her bottle?”
My coworker replied, “That’s where all her nutrients are. She needs the nutrients and the water.”
To which the substitute replied, “But she’s so fat. She doesn’t need it.”
Thin privilege is a small, pretty baby getting better childcare because the caretaker doesn’t think she’s too fat to be allowed to eat.
PLEASE REBLOG if you (male or female) believe it is perfectly okay and natural for a guy of any age to cry
-weight
-appearance
-intelligence (or lack of)
-skills (or lack of)
-weird hobbies
-friends (or lack of)
-body
-personality
-family
Who ever reblogs this will get a message in their inbox.
Of fucking course
What sick bastard doesn’t
misophonia kinda seems like the opposite of sensory dissociation. every iota of awareness nailed to the fucking earth by the sound of chewing.
little miss obsessed with love but doesn't believe it will happen to her