Daily schedule:
Wake up on the problematic side of the bed
Eat a harmful breakfast
Log onto tumblr and reblog posts from abusive mutuals
Attend narcissistic classes
Watch an irredeemable movie
Listen to offensive music
Eat a cancelled dinner
Go to sleep derogatorily
Have dreams that will have aged poorly by the time I wake up
using "what were YOU doing at the devils sacrament" to mean "yeah i made an embarrassing reference but you understood it which is also embarrassing" is very funny to me
liking FOB and MCR at the same time is crazy cause FOB will see a festival and say "is anyone gonna play that" and not wait for an answer meanwhile people are so starved for MCR that they go crazy over 3 pixels of the top of Gerards head
WE WERE LITERALLY TOGETHER THE OTHER DAY AND UR BOOTS MADE U BARELY TALLER THAN ME UR FIVE FOOT NINE
if you’re lgbt reblog this and tag your identity, height, and whether you walk slow or fast
I'm knitting in the corner at a party
and guys my age stop by to tell me I remind them of their aunt, of their grandmother. This is a compliment and I take it as such. They confess to having tried crochet once, and I smile. They get back in line for the bathroom.
I'm knitting in the corner at a party and a queer woman sits on the floor next to me, arranges her skirt, and smiles up at me. (I try not to blush.) She asks me all the questions on her mind about my craft and I answer them, hands still moving. We swap yarn sources. She doesn't stay, but she knows where to find me.
I'm knitting in the corner at a party and everyone knows where to find me when they need a minute, when socializing is too much and the music is too loud and they need to catch their breath. They pretend to be checking in on me, which is sweet, but I can see the relief in their eyes the moment they stop performing for a house full of people. They sit down and tell me things and all the while they never take their eyes off my hands.
The party has wound down and I'm still knitting and the hosts, two guys in their twenties, thank me for "helping to curate the vibe." I had no idea that's what I was doing. I leave the party having forgotten to drink anything and without that woman's number but with many rows added to my top-down raglan sweater. I call it a night, and a good one.
I think one of my philosophies on being fat, one that I was told that really changed my life, was the phrase "Everyone already knows you're fat, so you might as well."
The person who said this was mostly referring to wearing clothes, which at a point was one of my biggest insecurities :0 I wore a lot of baggy clothes and layer (granted I was also in a horrible spot in my transition and holding onto some harmful ideas about transness but that's a whole other thing).
But like, shawty had a point. And argument I came up with about "oh I don't want them to know I'm fat" or "I don't want my fatness to be noticed" was so null because... Like babe, they already know. And most decent people didn't gaf. And if they do start giving AF after I become more comfortable, after I wear and say the things I want, they were never decent people to begin with. And I'm not the bitch rebuilder, someone else being a cunt will never be my problem to solve. If people had a problem with me being fat, I'd imply ignore them.
So I started dressing pretty, and wearing the tight clothes I LIKED and showing off. Because I wasn't even ugly 😭 that was the real shame, hiding the innate beauty of my body for no good reason. And idk, I just got so much happier.
And I feel like that philosophy kinda ought to be echoed to a lot of people, in more than just what they wear. The neutrality of the statement that they already know, so why the hell not?
Oh you want another serving of food because you're hungry, but you're fat? Okay, well they already know, so you might as well.
You want to audition for some role, but you're worried because you're not small? Okay, well they already know, so you might as well.
There's someone you wanna shoot your shot with, but you don't know if you should because you're chubby? Bae, I'm sure they already know, soooo say it with me now, you might as well.
And ik this logic isn't gonna work for everyone. There are many factors that contribute to fatphobia, both internal and external. And as much as this way of thinking can help with confidence, I'm cognisant of the fact that they aren't the whole solution to the systemic issue of fat hate.
However, self acceptance and body neutrality can go a long way in making your inner world more full, and lead to those you keep in your outer world, the people you choose, being full, rich, accepting people in turn. After all, we have the rest of our lives to be in these bodies, to change and grow and figure out how to love in them, no reason not to ease some of the pressure in that existence. We might as well, right?
begging small indie musicians to post lyrics to their songs because with all the love in my heart 🫶i dont know what ur saying🫶 and no one else can tell me 🫶
oc guy moodboard
thinking of jesus at the gay bar again………