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I am short

Just saw a post asking how tall people are and now I want to make it a poll. Apologies to people in the fringe height categories, you do not get specifics.

I had to consult a chart for this

*edit - the chart did not help, I'm shit at maths (see my reblog), if your height is not included please feel free to vote based on vibes alone into whichever category closest to your height feels right

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Florence and the machine lyrics that are (once again) living in my brain rent free

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500 posts!

Let's goooo!!!! :D

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Being able to be open and loving is the biggest strength a person can have. It is so tough to repeatedly get up after someone hurts you, it can be so tough to keep those walls down and it can be even harder to trust someone again after someone broke it but it's important to realize that every single situation is a new situation. You won't prevent it from happening by fearing it.

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It has often been said that "you should care about [group/issue x, y, or z] because they'll come for you next," and that can be an effective appeal.

But this is not solidarity.

Solidarity is being there for each other because we recognize the fragility and vulnerability in our shared humanity and the importance and validity of our diverse struggles. We all have needs sometimes, some more existential and urgent than others.

We find strength, comfort, love, and safety in each other. That is community. That is solidarity.

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Via @iamdylancurran (Twitter)

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When a Character Is Grieving Someone They Never Got to Say Goodbye To

✧ They talk about the person in past tense… then correct themselves. Then stop talking entirely.

✧ They touch things that belonged to the person like they’re fragile, sacred, about to disappear.

✧ They hoard the last voicemail, last message, last anything. Play it. Don’t play it. Just knowing it exists hurts enough.

✧ They leave something untouched, an empty seat, a half-packed bag, a coffee order that isn’t theirs.

✧ They get irrationally angry when someone else seems to be “moving on.” As if forgetting is betrayal.

✧ They don’t let themselves cry all at once. It comes in pieces. Like they’re afraid too much grief will drown them.

✧ They over-apologize. For being quiet. For being distant. For not being okay.

✧ They become hyper-aware of time, dates, anniversaries, time zones, the exact moment everything ended.

✧ They get superstitious. Ritualistic. As if doing things "right" might reverse something.

✧ They smile when they talk about the person. But it’s brittle. And it never quite touches their eyes.

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Cheweweryl.

Vincent you woke her up from her beauty sleep. VINCENT!

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None of us are powerless!

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1950s Butch-Femme wedding, seen in Before Stonewall (1984)

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Honestly, y'all, I'm begging you. Take the time to think and learn for yourself. Even if it's just something casual like knitting or cooking. Exercise your brain. It's important.

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Self reblog because this post needs more attention/ it's important.

I think I had another realization from a dream I just woke up from. I am pretty certain about this now, I am still just a lesbian and not pansexual. Now, I know you might be thinking, but you said you are pansexual!1!1!! And I know this might come as a bit of a shock. But now that I think about it, I am really just a lesbian. I wanted to make this post to clear up the confusion, especially the confusion in myself. I am still not transphobic, and this isn't another way to say that I am transphobic and people who might say that being a lesbian is justifying that can fuck off. Seriously. I am not fucking around when I say I am really a lesbian. I have felt this way about myself for a while now. Maybe you can say this is a Canon event for me. But, in reality and all jokes aside, I love women that are around my age period. And in the dream, i told the guys i was a lesbian and they were like, "So you like this girl named Ashley?" I don't know what this could mean. I think there might have been a girl named Ashley in the dream, but I am not sure because I didn't get to see her in the dream. Or maybe it could mean I meet someone named Ashley? I don't know. Only God knows what's going to happen. Anyway, I just feel like this whole dream was a sign. I am more comfortable with myself now that I have this realization. I think I can care less about what people on her think about me. Or what my sexuality actually is. So yeah, that's the update. And to quote The Killers, one of my favorite all time bands:

"Are we human, or are we dancer? My sign is vital. My hands are cold. And I'm on my knees, Looking for an answer

Are we human? Or are we dancer?"

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Thank you to everyone who got me to 50 likes!

YAY!!! :D

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the more comfortable i get in my aromanticism the more annoyed i get by the careless disregard with which people force (romantic) love into places where it was intentionally absent or excluded. like i know i don't feel this thing like you do but i think i've given this more thought than you have. and you have the audacity to tell me that i didn't focus enough on the love that was there.

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Questions Your Character Is Too Afraid to Ask

(But desperately needs the answer to) Because these are the thoughts they won’t say out loud, but they shape everything they do.

If I stopped trying, would anyone notice?

Do they actually like me, or do I just make their life easier?

Am I hard to love?

What would they say about me if I left the room?

Would they stay if they saw the real me?

What if I’m only good at pretending to be good?

Was it actually love, or just obligation?

What happens if I fail again? What’s left of me then?

How long until they get tired of me?

What if I deserve the things I’m afraid of?

Am I healing or just hiding better?

Why do I feel more myself when I’m alone?

Do I want to be forgiven or just forget?

What if I never become the person they believe I am?

Am I still angry, or just numb?

Why can’t I let go of them, even after everything?

If they hurt me, and I stayed, did I hurt myself more?

Am I building a future, or just distracting myself from the past?

Is this what I want, or just what I’ve been told to want?

What if I was never meant to survive this, but I did anyway? Now what?

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dialogue prompts: four words

!!please credit/tag me if you use any! I'd love to see what you write!!

"I'm sorry, you what?"

"Just... open the door."

"I was joking, okay?!"

"Honestly? It really sucks."

"Part of me hurts."

"Bring me my child."

"Did I fucking stutter?"

"I have three PhDs."

"You should kiss them."

"Wipe the blood away."

"I waited for you."

"Was I wrong, though?"

"I hate your face."

"I need more time!"

"Wish it all away."

"I can't help you."

"Just let me inside."

"It won't hurt, okay?"

"They'll never be ready."

"You took everything away!"

"Now we're just stuck."

"I don't need you."

"Go ahead, kill me."

"This was never ours."

"You're still here waiting?"

"I want my dad!"

"Let them go. Now."

"Especially after that happened."

"I'm not going home!"

"You're better than this."

"Don't you even dare."