My friend is having a fall wedding and she wants me to help her plan. Which is sweet. But, um. Are you sure, friend. At this stage in my life if I were to throw my own wedding it would be superhero themed and the cake would have jelly beans on top. We would play the booty song at the reception and have a moment of silence after dedicating it to the booty man himself, Tom Wilson. Are you sure you want this. I didn’t go to a single party in high school, or either prom. Are you sure you want me near your wedding.
Friendly reminder that we should be focused on what an amazing musician/performer he was instead of his sexuality because in retrospect it doesn’t fucking matter.
Friendly reminder that bisexual people are constantly marginalized, erased, and discriminated against purely on their sexuality; that bisexual people have little to no positive media icons to focus on because bisexual people in media are portrayed as indecisive or ‘actually gay/lesbian’ or portrayed as cheaters or greedy sex-a-holics because no one believes bisexuality is real; that so many known and even unknown people prefer not to come out as bisexual due to society’s backlash against them; that part of Freddie Mercury’s identity and person was that he was bisexual; that having such a positive and wonderful and successful icon to look up to matters to a lot of bisexual (and pansexual) people; and that by trying to take away a positive amazing icon away from bisexual people makes you a biphobic dickwad and that you should really go home and think about what you’ve done.
Somehow I ended up with a friend, who may be getting engaged soon, at a jewelry shop so she could get her ring finger sized . Then by association mine was sized as well. Apparently my ring finger is a size 5 and a half, which the jeweler seemed to think was small. To all of my anonymous suitors out there, keep in mind that I’m allergic to nickel. Try to stick with variations of gold and platinum. Or just do your research. Keepin’ the never-gonna-happen fantasy alive.~
Tbh saying something like “I hate cis people” on tumblr isn’t fighting fire with fire, it’s more like saying “I hate fire” while burning to death only to get lectured by said fire about how not all fire is like that and it occasionally keeps you warm
It’s dawned on me that I haven’t been making any personal text posts lately because school/life/busy. Let’s play catch up all in one post to end the series of endless reblogs for a bit.
Pretty sure my best grade so far this term is in my math class. That’s throwing me for a fucking loop. I’ve been consistent with my jogging, even doing some outside for the last couple weeks since it hasn’t been as deadly cold. Consequently my hair is reacting to the extra time spent outside in actual sunlight (instead of, you know, my preferred darkness) by going all crazy inconsistent with highlights in the strangest color patterns around my face. Perhaps you should take this opportunity now to place your bets on the date I’ll get the first “have you highlighted your hair?!” exclamation of the spring. In other hair news, I’ve been extremely pleased with the short hair life ever since I chopped it off for the first time in November. Pleased enough that I’m going to cut most of the rest of it off in the next month or so to something alone these lines
because fuck it that hair is majestic and I want it duplicated as closely as possible onto my head. Last week I saw my brother for the first time this year. Somehow we got into a conversation about how we’ve both always wanted to build a computer. Ultimately it was decided that we’re going to build a desktop for me as summer project if we can coordinate schedules and I can make it work financially. I was invited to go to Disney World/Florida with a friend and their family a couple weeks ago. At first I didn’t think it was possible to work it out with my schedule, buuuummer, but it looks like it might work out after all. It would be my first time going to Disney World and WWOHP! That’s fucking exciting! Not to mention my first time traveling to somewhere that’s not on the west coast. It would also count as a vacation! Whoa! In a few days I’ll be starting an experimental med that may or may not help with the chronic illness. Trying not to get my hopes up because I know it’s dangerous, but here’s to hoping anyways. And last but certainly not least, I’ll end this distastefully long post by gifting you with the knowledge that Parker (my cat) has learned how to open doors. He’s mad with power these days. Let’s pretend his middle name has always been Joff. It’s fitting.
Depressing facts about humanity: People swerve to hit animals - The chances are that on any given day, you’ll walk past the kind of person who would intentionally run over an animal on the side of the road. In an experiment conducted by Mark Rober, an engineer for NASA, a bunch of rubber snakes, tarantulas, and turtles were placed by the side of a highway, just to see what would happen. Rober found that out of one thousand passing cars documented, as many as sixty went out of their way to squash them. The drivers made a conscious decision to swerve beyond the roadside boundaries in an attempt to kill the rubber animals. Perhaps unsurprisingly, eighty-nine percent of such cases involved SUVs. On the flip side, a good number of people did pull up in an attempt to help the animal—but that doesn’t change the fact that when presented with a innocent little snake just trying to go about its business, more than one in twenty people risked their own lives to destroy it.
“By the time we are women, fear is as familiar to us as air; it is our element. We live in it, we inhale it, we exhale it, and most of the time we do not even notice it. Instead of “I am afraid,” we say, “I don’t want to,” or “I don’t know how,” or “I can’t.””—Andrea Dworkin (via womenorgnow)
Don’t feel bad about placing value in your time and who you choose to spend it with. Being discerning with friendships and choosing to surround yourself with people that make you the best version of yourself is a great thing. That’s not to say you should be a dick to the people who you don’t want to spend a lot of time with, or that you should not give new people chances, but it’s more than okay to not want time with them and to move past them once you have discovered they’re not enjoyable to be around. Realize that you are worth something and so is your time. And that time is something very limited. And it’s wasted spending it with people that you don’t enjoy being around, whether it’s because they make you feel bad about yourself, encourage sides of you that aren’t healthy, or are just plain annoying. Being a nice person and being friends with everyone are two very different things.
Obviously I have a lot of thoughts about this but as it just happened I still need some time to process it. I appreciate your thoughts, prayers and patience while I try to get a grip on the complex web of emotions in which I now find myself tangled.
“The truth is you organically have your own style that’s going to come out—even when you copy other people, especially in the beginning. And the end result is that you get this amazing amalgam of all the people that you respect, and it comes out in amazing ways. To think otherwise—to think that you’re somehow pure and your voice is independent of all the others is probably a little grandiose.”—zefrank (via goatblr)
pretty much when you say things like “don’t define yourself by your disability” it feels like you’re saying “please make a bigger effort to be more Normal around me and I also don’t see how this affects you every day”