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leonardoeatscarrots · 7 months
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Trans Bodies are Beautiful
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Yeah, wake up. It's body positivity hours.
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dreamdropsystem · 7 months
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☆ - KEEP FIGHTING - ☆
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triskelion-soda · 1 year
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i love your
I love your sometimes off-key singing voice. I love your messy, unbrushed hair. I love your mis-spellings and forgotten words. I love your unorganised spaces. I love your voice cracks and stammers. I love your acne and marks and blemishes. I love your eyebags and wrinkles. I love your hangnails and chewed fingertips. I love your forgetfulness. I love all of you. The bad parts. The imperfect parts. The weird parts. The human parts.
I love you. I love you. I love you.
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thunderjackal · 15 days
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Hello people I am here once again with something I wrote. I've been thinking lots about my asexuality and coming to terms with it, and I don't think I really understood how much it would mean to have an asexual character to look to project onto (enter Jon Sims guys). I'm rambling now but I basically used him as way to explore my feelings about asexuality that I've struggled to put into words for the longest times.
I know some of my friend will probably read this and you guys are my metaphorical Martin here
anyway enough of me and more of that thing I wrote
Jon wasn’t even sure he knew what love was. The very idea was alienating, for the world had leaned down and whispered into his ear, the very world that had created him. And it told him, to be human was to love. To be human was to create. To create love and life with your own body.
But he could never. No- perhaps he could, if he sacrificed enough of himself, tore every part of himself to shreds, burned himself at the stake, cleaned that sour taste from his mouth and rid himself of the terror and numbness that coursed through his heart, all for the one who would 
show him the wonders of ‘love’
But he had lived enough life to know that ‘one’ was never coming. He had lived enough life to know it was a lie he told himself, all through his youth and into his adulthood, and one he no doubt would continue to tell himself, no matter how much he tried to doubt it.
For to be broken one must be able to be fixed.
And what was he if not broken?
At times he felt as if he was running for his life, outrunning fate. For it was everywhere, in the yellowed pages of books, on the captivating neon screens, in the strangers who passed by him in the street, in those he called friend, in jest and games, in cathartic and emotionally driven art, in soulful song. For it was in his very existence.
There were times when his lungs would scream for air and all he could taste was rotten blood on his tongue. There were times where he stood numb as those around him amused themselves in a jest he could not share, where they used it as a connection between one another, a connection he could not share, where those he wished a connection with used it as a form of emotional closeness. And that numbness that overtook his body and the walls he built to protect his heart and soul pushed them away, even when he desired, wanted, needed to be close to them.
For he was told he could not run forever. 
For he was told it would catch up with him eventually.
For he was told he would grit his teeth and bare it.
For he was told it was to be human.
And it terrified him.
He did not want any part of it.
Not even to perceive. Or feel anything of the like.
He was drowning. And drowning fast.
For he was told he could not escape it forever.
And he believed it. Believe them who sold him a lie, like one sells time to a clock or inspiration to the muse.
So when the man who had changed his entire world came into focus, who he loved beyond measure and reason, he told himself he was not in love.
For he was broken, incapable of such love.
That is why when that man had told him he didn't care, that he could live and love and dream and share the most intimate and tender moments of his life with Jon, all without it. Told him that there was no fixing him. That he was never truly broken. Told him that he was not the green eyed monster he had built himself up to be. Told him that his crown of loneliness and life of isolation he had resigned to was false.
It had changed him.
That man had told him they could lie for a million years together in the soft earth, slowly being overtaken by the weeds and wildflowers, and he would never mention a word, and never would his hands wander over his skin. He told him they would remain like that, hand in hand, discrete and content.
And that is how their story goes.
They lived a thousand days and breathed a million breaths, all without a mention of it.
They laid in that field for millennia, so long that they’d become the flowers, so long that the foxes had known their taste.
Jon hadn’t known the meaning of ‘home’ either. But maybe he was home with that man, no- that man was his home.
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switchytransboy · 3 months
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tested negative for covid friday and symptoms are definitely improving (:
asthma like i predicted will be suffering a lil harder for a while, and im still congested and sluggish/slow/tired as FUCK so i’m not remotely myself yet
but i’m getting better 🖤
thank you everyone here for dealing with my vents and absence 🤪😅
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so like, call me stupid, but i dont belive in the 'get rich and be able to pay all your adult bills' dream. like, me personally, happiness be the way to go. happiness to me is fitting 4 pringles in your mouth and almost choking on them but its okay because your bestie just smiled. Getting bear hugs from really amazing friends who are super strong but it doesnt hurt because fuck bones. Looking at the 'go home and eat seven corndogs' post because it inspired me to say something similar in a project and make it fun for me to present. because hell eat the stick too. Watching the 2023 wine stream hoping i become a content creator just as cool as quackity and wilbur and havinga bestie to get drunk with and break a plant. Being loud between classes and getting out of hand with friends. Acting like a dumbass everyday because thats my lifestyle despite whatever people think. life isnt just about surviving, its about happiness and what you make of it. so go be a dumbass and fuck up sometimes, because a little dopamine never killed anyone. (so we think)
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maxphilippa · 5 months
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I JUST REALIZED THAT THE FRIENDS WHO LEFT ME BEHIND ARE JUST ASSHOLES AND THAT I'M ALSO EXPERIENCING AUTISTIC BURNOUT (I THINK THAT THAT'S HOW IT WAS CALLED)
OH MY GOD I LOVE MYSELF AGAIN I PULLED WITH SO MUCH SHIT!!!!
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sleepyjuice-juice · 5 months
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Only a few months ago, I was struggling to accept that I was aroacespec. Because years ago, I was actually able to feel some attraction, and I'd been a hopeless romantic all my life. Over time, the feelings disappeared, and I was mourning those feelings. I had just expected myself to end up in a relationship with someone eventually and suddenly I was forced to question those expectations. And that was painful, because romantic love was something I'd looked forward to my entire life.
What changed things for me was when I finally was able to meet other people like me. By coincidence, at a summer seminar, I sat down at a lunch table with people all on the aspectrum. And I had never met another person like me before, I had only heard of being aroace from the internet. The connections I formed there are ones I'll never, ever forget.
Confronting my orientation ended up putting so much into perspective. It made me realize that I let factors outside of my control take ownership of my happiness. I let my well-being be defined by a specific experience I couldn't find the capacity for. I realized how in my own desperation for a very specific experience and emotion, I ended up alienating myself. I devoted myself to a version of joy that wasn't compatible with me anymore, and needless to say, it didn't work out.
Not being able to fall in love doesn't bar me from living a full life. And I can finally say that with a confidence I previously wasn't sure I would ever develop. And not only that, but I'm so proud to have this experience. It was a hard lesson that yielded genuine self-love. I honestly don't know who I'd be without it, anymore. If romance was still an option for me, I might still be chasing it and letting it define my worth. I'm so happy my experience has, in my eyes, finally achieved more value to me than the alternative I so desperately sought after.
For anyone else out there experiencing those aspec blues, you truly are not alone, and for what it's worth, I think you can thrive with or without that experience. Forge your own path. There will be something else that makes you tick if you give yourself the chance to find it.
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WOW my teeth have never been whiter and I don’t even brush them daily like I’m “supposed to”!
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i-love--you · 1 year
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(TW S3W3RS1!D3)
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I DID IT
GUESS WHAT FUCKERS I DID IT
I LIVED TILL MY BIRTHDAY
LOOK LOOK I'M ALIVE SEE shows arms and legs
AFTER @TT3MPT1N6 LAST TUESDAY I LITERALLY MADE IT HERE!!!!!
:DDDDD
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LITERALLY ME AT THIS POINT BUT S T I L L HEHEH
I'M HERE I'M QUEER THE MENTAL ILLNESS IS SEVERE AND I NEED A BEER
FUCK YEAH kicks into the air I'M HERE >:)))) GET THIS LIMITED EDITION PUSSY WHILE YOU STILL CAN FUCKASSES
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kinikxluna · 1 month
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getting emotional about reaching that fandom adulthood
ive found a nice family of friends who i do everything with. they know so much about me and i'm so excited to keep learning about them
my friends and i are able to meet up with each other, send baby pictures, move in together, get invited to weddings. moving in with my partner has been phenomenal
it's stuff i daydreamed about as a kid thinking "wouldn't it be neat to see them once?" and the stars all aligned and i was really lucky i could move to a country where a handful of my online friends are. i always thought i'd just be like that teenager hunching over their laptop in their bedroom to talk to their bestest friends, only to stop to go to school. but here i am casually sending food to a pal.
i emote a lot about leaving home. i miss my family, i miss my friends. i've just always felt kinda forced to move countries cos of "opportunity" but here i am doing my best to make this new home my own.
yippee
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adragonenjoyer · 5 hours
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"The world looks so beautiful today"
Not my usual but drew something because I'm feeling really happy recently and needed to kinda express that with art :D
It definitely hasn't always been the case and I am so thankful for online and irl friends for being there, I actually look forward to living now ^^
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blackplaaague · 7 months
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I kind of hate being a Stereotypical Autistic Person, but it's not my fault, it's just who I am.
I feel like a caricature from a sitcom-- "I'm autistic, my parents got me tested after I tried to memorize an entire tv show and recite it." I alternate my text as I type, and I write my meticulously-planned, 60-plus-character-novel in comic freaking sans. I pronounce things weird as vocal stims, (seriously? Lemned Demoned? What am I, a child?) and I move erratically, oftentimes to my humiliation, since I cannot control my body.
I wear over-ear headphones because I can't think if I hear too much noise. I'm verbalflux, which means I go from yammering my mouth off to hardly being able to formulate a sentence. I communicate via doodles and communication cards.
I really like listening to halloween music and memorize everything about my hyperfixations. I love dying my hair but I hate the way it feels. My sensory needs control my daily life-- I can't wash dishes if the sponge is too wet!
I'm gender non conforming because I don't understand the concept of gender-based societal roles. I also have OCD, and that means people act like I'm either "just picky" or "legitimately going to hurt someone as a tic."
I cry a lot. I'm hyper-empathetic. I have a lot of vocal tics I can't control-- you know my signoff? That's something I do uncontrollably.
I'm torn between loving myself as I am, and being cringe, and hating myself for even existing, because I feel like a hollow stereotype. I can't sit still in churches or temples, so organized religion is a nope, but I feel like I am physically tethered to something greater than myself. I am the stars. I am nobody.
If I could be neurotypical for one day, I would see a concert, because I can't see concerts. They're too loud.
I don't know, I suppose I'm venting.
I'm not unhappy, or happy. I'm just me.
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scene-royaltylolz · 1 month
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Ngl, I've been scared to make my He/Him pronouns offical cuz I don't wanna seem sensitive or over reacting over pronouns but now idc! If I can't find someone who respects my pronouns, they're out of my life! Idc if I'm "emotional over pronouns!" It's what makes me comfortable and makes me happy! It's He/Him +neos from now on! >:3 Sorry 4 da lil random vent btw XD
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turkitty5 · 2 years
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JAMMIN!!! BREOOOWWWW!!
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