I Used To Hear A Simple Song // That Was Until You Came Along // You Took My Broken Melody // And Now

I know I've talked about aro rage, but I feel equally strong about aro sadness.

the feeling of complete hopeless numbness at others expectations of you. the stifling feeling of society only recognizing people as living fulfilled lives when they're married with 2.5 kids and a white picket fence...

I can't always be angry, I don't have that much life left in me, so sometimes it just fizzles out to sadness and the indescribable feeling of loss when I realize I will never be seen by society as someone worthy of the respect all aro people deserve.

idk i just don't have the energy to feel angry all the time, so something in me is being slowly chipped away at.

“asexual? that’s for plants”

i’m not angry at being called a plant anymore.

you mean it to be horrible, i know. good for you, i guess. i don’t care.

compare me to the trees, the wind in the branches, and i’m thankful for it. 

the covering of the ground up to the tops of the forest. 

the leaves that swirl around, the roses, the daisies in your front yard.

the connotation of the colour green, a lucky four leaf clover.

seaweed and plankton on reefs in the ocean.

the basis of everything living in the world. the very incarnation of sunlight.

forgive me if i’m not offended;

but i rather like plants.

tumblr is probably gonna destroy the quality, but here’s a quick little comic i came up with last night! an asexual child of aphrodite asks for some guidance from her mom. 

(small edit: after a couple of comments, i want to add that i wrote this as a reflection of my own experiences of being on the asexual spectrum and dealing with the self-doubt of growing up in a highly sexualized society - it’s not meant to be a generalization of all aro/ace people or me trying to speak for anyone)

(ACE EXCLUSIONISTS DO NOT INTERACT, THIS IS NOT FOR YOU)

my writing is a little bit illegible, so there’s a visual description with text under the cut: 

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and were back. part 2 my friends

I drew some pride flag tiles! (1/2) (part 2 in the reblogs!!)

Ace/demisexual | aro/Demiromantic

Ace spike | abrosexual/romantic

Oriented aroace | lesbian

Bisexual/romantic | pansexual/romantic

Non-binary | genderqueer

(No reposting! Reblogging is always appreciated though!!)

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Worrisome

"I'm worried about you." Worry. Thank goodness you're worried about me, you'd be the first. "I appreciate your concern." What now? We go on with our separate lives, the conversation forgotten. "Are you ok?" That's a trick question, "I'm fine." and that's a lie "Do you need to talk?" What good would that do "I'm ok." You're worried, isn't that enough? "If you ever need to talk, I'm here." But I'm not. And isn't that the problem? "Thanks." "I'm worried about you." "I know." I am too.

MJF + dancing to FTR's theme song

 Me: *leans forward to whisper something in someone’s ear*

Me: There was always some form "companionship" if you will between Luna and Justin. They would fire words at each other and would find some sort of enjoyment in this kind of banter she didn't like him because he hurt her friend but other than that she had no problem with him until his group beat her up. But the moment she met Richard he took one look at her and decided she wasn't worth the time it took to even acknowledge her anger while Justin would always take time to pick a fight with her, Richard instantly shut her off and would barely even give her the enjoyment of angry banter. She felt true hatred for him because her problem was mostly with her instead of with Nathan and he showed his anger differently I like it because it shows that Luna and Justin were never really enemies the way she and Richard were so it allows the redemption for Justin and lets me write their awesome friend dynamic