[tearing at my hair] no love however brief is wasted no love however brief is wasted no love however brief is wasted
me seeing purple flowers on a lawn: that’s the prettiest thing i’ve ever seen
me seeing sunlight hit the waves of the sea: that’s the prettiest thing i’ve ever seen
me seeing raindrops sparkle colorfully on a bus stop bench at night: that’s the
and maybe i am a little bit in love with all of my friends. how could i not be when they place their whole heart in my hands and trust me to carry it safely home? lazy days spent in comfortable silence, tearful nights spent giving each other a reason to live. the exhilaration of learning your little quirks melting into a future where i know you better than the lines on my open palms. mutual understanding to be forever gentle with one another. inside jokes that follow me long after you've gone, reminding me to slow down and laugh a little more. your eyes are the lens through which i can see the world with love. your embrace is the shelter under which i find strength to continue on.
Since they don’t teach gay sex ed in school let me tell gay guys and anyone else that wants to use the back door that douching is bad for you. It will cause long term problems.
Also starving yourself all day will not work because sometimes it can take up to two or three days for something to move through you.
Just eat a bunch of fiber and use the bathroom at least an hour or two before your booty call if you can. If you hate eating fiber just get yourself some fiber pills to take with meals. If you eat enough fiber the section after the colon should remain relatively clean on its own. Just wash the outside part. Not your insides. Those clean themselves.
Also if he shames you for anything that happens by accident in the bedroom and/or refuses to use a condom he’s a jerk-wad and an idiot and you should dump him.
every time I see LGBTQ discourse I think about that post that said masc cis lesbians get kicked out of bathrooms as cruelly as trans people do so why the fuck are some lesbians transphobic , and I think about how homophobes won’t check for your sexuality before calling us slurs and I think about how my local dyke March considers anyone who identifies as a dyke a dyke because fuck rainbow capitalism we are here to fight for our lives and I think about how my best friends are bisexual and I think about how lesbians have been loving each other in ways that the gender binary has never been able to understand(and never will) and I think about that post that says the worst thing the right did was convince queer people other queer people were the enemy
It terrifies me that there’s so much raging passion in the lgbt+ community that insist on marginalizing asexuals and implying that asexuals don’t deserve to have safe spaces. There’s still so much acephobia so I just wanna know which blogs are genuinely supportive and a safe space for asexuals
you matter so much! you have significantly more of a positive impact on the world than you know. with how big and busy it is, it can be easy to feel insignificant or irrelevant. but you’re not! think of all of the years you’ve been alive and interacting with your surroundings. all the people you’ve met and passed, all the animals you’ve pet, every tiny act of good you’ve committed. holding a door for someone, picking up a piece of trash off the side of a road, complimenting someone on their hair or outfit. you’ve kept plants alive and influenced someone into experiencing a new media that they turned out to love. you’ve made some poor retail worker’s day with your patience and empathy, boosted a stranger’s low confidence, stripped away even just a twinge of anxiety from a fretting friend. every little thing you’ve done for people has had some effect. and if you weren’t here, it wouldn’t have happened. heaps of people are grateful for your existence, you matter so much!
Muscled women 😌🤌✨
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Got an idea to beat an art block with drawing ✨backs✨ and I also wanted to draw Renee so why not do both at the same time 😀
pretty sexy of me to keep going despite each day being more unbearable than the last