How Can You Get Rid Of The Wolf, When It's One Of The Only Things You Have Left Of The Lamb?

Asexuality win! Person who repeatedly pressured their ace partner to "compromise" on sex because it was "a necessary part of a healthy relationship" fucking dies. <3

Her 💛

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(this was supposed to be a bigger more complicated piece but i didn't like the way it was turning out so i'll leave this smaller thing be)

Who names their kid Cnut? Asking for them to be bullied..

If these two had a credo, it would definitely sound like this:

im still thinking about the substance because yes it is about the beauty standards women face, but i think it could also b interpreted as a metaphor for mother daughter relationships. sue is literally made from her. the huge scar on her back. the scene where elisabeth is watching the interview and screaming abt how sues beauty secret is her and she gets it from her. like yes in a very literal sense she gets it from her but also she came from elisabeth, she gets it from her, she gets it from her!!!! the growing resentment between BOTH of them. elisabeth for sue doing all the things she feels she cant at her age, taking the opportunities that were once presented to her. sue for holding her back, for constantly having to come back, for being old. remember you are one because yes you are the same person but also this is your mom and htis is your daughter and this is your future and this is your past. am i reading too much into this probably idk but damn. this movie fucks

oh to be a rookie attorney in France in love with the bitchy prosecutor next door

learning one letter of the alphabet with Hans Capon

D is for divorce era dicks drinking dumbass defending your man!

Being aroace is so cool, but so, so hard sometimes. Watching all the persons you hold dear finding *their* person. Grieving the idea of an allo relationship. Realizing that, maybe, somehow, you're the second choice fo everyone. Because friends are great, but **lovers** are the goal in our society.

Most of the time, i am sooo happy to be aroace. And then, when im alone in bed, at 3 am, i find myself crying by fear of being alone.

And I think it's normal. It's grieving a certain way of thinking. And it's hard, especially when you were raised this way, and that everyone keeps doubting your identity.

So yeah. Shout-out to all the aroace people, wanting a deeper connection, without wanting romantic love.

I love y'all