What Fucking Hell Dimension Are Y’all Blogging From

I'm being very brave today

oh I see. it was the crime of wanting. that's why I deserve it.

its so sad that radfem just means transphobe and not like. this

Statue

Taking the DIES key to the OMEN room

gay sex will not fix this situation. honestly, it'd probably make it worse. that being said i think we should give it a shot anyway

yknow what you're right, thanks two super cucumbers

i just love reading fanfiction because it's easy and safe. i already know that i adore these characters, now let me see those little guys in situations

online communities are so strange because people slip away so easily. you can be on here for years, folding people you've never met into the fabric of your daily life, and then they disappear, leaving only ghost posts scattered across tumblr behind. or their blog stays dormant, for weeks, months, years, until you're only still following them because you remember that they love sunflowers or they were kind to you when they didn't have to be or the last thing they posted was sad and raw and you still worry about them sometimes.

and sometimes they come back when you least expect it, years later, even, and there's this sudden rush of relief like there you are, there you are, even though you barely knew each other.

there's a strange kind of love to it. i don't know you and i want to hold your hand across miles and time zones and oceans. i can still see the imprint of you in this community you left. you don't anyone will notice or care when you're gone, but we notice and we care and we wish you well.

i hope you're all okay out there. i hope the sun is shining on your face and you are breathing deeply. i miss you.