Burden "You Are Not A Burden. You HAVE A Burden, Which By Definition Is Too Heavy To Carry On Your Own."

Our inability to effectively cope with our anxiety resulting from our cptsd that shaped us into a system to begin with is going to be the death of us

Sometimes i feel like younger queer kids are getting a bit to bold with openly talking to people they don’t know In The Context Of:

More than once i have had a younger/same age queer person come up to me in public settings and say something about “finding other gays” or clearly clocking me as nonbinary and I’m like :)))))))) hey buddy I’m here with my conservative parents can you fucking not out me :))))))))

Just say you like my outfit or hair and move on, fuck even tell me you like my shoelaces. Don’t call me gay and limp your wrist at me when you don’t even know me? Especially when there’s a bunch of ppl around?

On one hand I understand not teaching cursive in school anymore, because it actually is slower than regular handwriting and almost everything is typed on a keyboard now anyways.

On the other hand, so much of our (even recent!) history was written in cursive, and having a whole generation of kids who can't read letters written by their grandparents, momentos saved by their great-grandparents, or even photo albums from theur immediate family seems like a dangerously quick way to detach us from previous generations.

And on the third, related but slightly malformed hand, I feel bad that yet another form of small, everyday art that brings joy in the middle of mundane tasks, which celebrates personality and individual style and self-expression, is about to fade into obscurity because it wasn't efficient enough for today's world to put up with.

Like... if we continue to whittle away the small arts out of every day life, what's going to be left except stark, ruthless pragmatism?

Maybe writing a grocery list is less mundane when you get to feel elegant for a moment. Maybe you're a little more proud of what you write when you see it flow together like a painting

unplug to recharge

I hate needing other people in order to feel ok, especially when the people we need are also not doing ok, and clinging to them would make them feel worse. It's so hard to find the balance of how much it is or isn't ok to lean on the people we need

to this day possibly one of my best ideas. someone get me a pitch meeting with the hallmark channel

bring back tumblr ask culture let me. bother you with questions and statements

nothing's more attractive than someone who teaches you things without making you feel like you're dumb for not knowing it already