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March 26 2017

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khayriyah:

I’m an out and proud queer Muslim and I’m not afraid to say it. Happy Pride everyone!

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March 25 2017

punkleiaskywalker:

me, somewhere between mania and depression: but if i caffeinate the sadness will it disappear or get faster? me, twenty minutes later:

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hawberries:

i drew these buddies a few weeks ago jst for button tests… but i think the art is kind of cute so i’m postin them

you can get here

March 22 2017

manxx

None of my classmates seemed to notice or care whether I had breasts or not. To them, I was a goofy, outspoken, basketball-loving extrovert. But to my family, I was a loner, a “Maria Macho” with an intense love of The Simpsons and sports.

As a teenager, my gender presentation had very little to do with my intersex body — it was tied more to my general disposition, as well as my relationship with my family and their expectations of me. Sometimes (although rarely) I happily wore the frilly dress and shiny shoes and straightened my hair. Femininity and its trappings were always just an option for me, something I’d adhere to only when I felt like it. Overall, in their own way, my family accepted my individuality — everyone in my family is a character in their own right. But one particular trait was the pinnacle of femininity and therefore non-negotiable: breasts.

Growing Up Intersex, All I Wanted Were Breasts — But I Don't Know If I Want Them Anymore

March 21 2017

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greeneuphorias:

It’s all love. 

@pettyblackboy & @monster-twonesterr 

by @greeneuphorias

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oldsouldier:

jadelyn:

bigbardafree:

being mentally ill is just being fed up with your own shit 24/7 like oh my god are we really going to do this again can I have like one hour of peace just one fucking hour oh my god p l e a s e

I feel like neurotypical ppl tend to underestimate MI ppls level of self-awareness abt our disorders. Like, believe you me, I am well aware that my brain is a rampant shitshow. That doesn’t mean I can make it stop doing shit though.

manxx

None of my classmates seemed to notice or care whether I had breasts or not. To them, I was a goofy, outspoken, basketball-loving extrovert. But to my family, I was a loner, a “Maria Macho” with an intense love of The Simpsons and sports.

As a teenager, my gender presentation had very little to do with my intersex body — it was tied more to my general disposition, as well as my relationship with my family and their expectations of me. Sometimes (although rarely) I happily wore the frilly dress and shiny shoes and straightened my hair. Femininity and its trappings were always just an option for me, something I’d adhere to only when I felt like it. Overall, in their own way, my family accepted my individuality — everyone in my family is a character in their own right. But one particular trait was the pinnacle of femininity and therefore non-negotiable: breasts.

Growing Up Intersex, All I Wanted Were Breasts — But I Don't Know If I Want Them Anymore

March 25 2017

punkleiaskywalker:

me, somewhere between mania and depression: but if i caffeinate the sadness will it disappear or get faster? me, twenty minutes later:

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hawberries:

i drew these buddies a few weeks ago jst for button tests… but i think the art is kind of cute so i’m postin them

you can get here

March 22 2017

manxx

None of my classmates seemed to notice or care whether I had breasts or not. To them, I was a goofy, outspoken, basketball-loving extrovert. But to my family, I was a loner, a “Maria Macho” with an intense love of The Simpsons and sports.

As a teenager, my gender presentation had very little to do with my intersex body — it was tied more to my general disposition, as well as my relationship with my family and their expectations of me. Sometimes (although rarely) I happily wore the frilly dress and shiny shoes and straightened my hair. Femininity and its trappings were always just an option for me, something I’d adhere to only when I felt like it. Overall, in their own way, my family accepted my individuality — everyone in my family is a character in their own right. But one particular trait was the pinnacle of femininity and therefore non-negotiable: breasts.

Growing Up Intersex, All I Wanted Were Breasts — But I Don't Know If I Want Them Anymore

March 21 2017

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greeneuphorias:

It’s all love. 

@pettyblackboy & @monster-twonesterr 

by @greeneuphorias

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oldsouldier:

jadelyn:

bigbardafree:

being mentally ill is just being fed up with your own shit 24/7 like oh my god are we really going to do this again can I have like one hour of peace just one fucking hour oh my god p l e a s e

I feel like neurotypical ppl tend to underestimate MI ppls level of self-awareness abt our disorders. Like, believe you me, I am well aware that my brain is a rampant shitshow. That doesn’t mean I can make it stop doing shit though.

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