I really wanna be kissing a girl right now
me whenever i dress even slightly gay: why won’t gay people talk to me gay people pls talk to me hello gays it is i a fellow gay pls talk to me hey gay people
girl: i love you soo much, i want to have your kids, i want to be your wife, let’s get a house together and grow old with eachother!!!
me, a gay: is this… flirting
Your purpose in life is not to love yourself but to love being yourself.
If you goal is to love yourself, then your focus is directed inward toward yourself, and you end up constantly watching yourself from the outside, disconnected, trying to summon the “correct” feelings towards yourself or fashion yourself into something you can approve of.
If your goal is to love being yourself, then your focus is directed outward towards life, on living and making decisions based on what brings you pleasure and fulfillment.
Be the subject, not the object. It doesn’t matter what you think of yourself. You are experiencing life. Life is not experiencing you.
Thank you this is the first post about self love that hasn’t made me want to throw things
something that bothers me is when cis lgb people see transphobia from cishets and say “smh straight people are so wild” like…. y’all know it’s not the het part of them that’s being transphobic? it’s the cis side? the cis side that you share with them?
cis members of the lgbt community, please remember you can be and often are just as transphobic as cishets, and you’re not immune to being transphobic. be better.
this is ok to reblog, especially cis people
10% of the notes are trans people who know exactly what i’m talking about and the other 90% are dumbasses refusing to rub their last two brain cells together to read the words in front of them
My brother was diagnosed with depression years before I was, and because of that he started therapy years before I did.
I still remember when I was a young teen and he was playing a Nirvana song and he stopped it at this one line: “I miss the comfort of being sad”
He told me that when you start to get better, there’s a part of you that misses being sad and that if you start feeling that way you have to be extra extra aware and careful because if you indulge the feeling you’ll go down a self-destructive spiral
And even though that was years and years ago, I think about it all the time. Especially when I’m reading discourse on the idea of getting so attached to mental illness as an identity that you don’t want to improve things because you feel safe in it and don’t know who you are without it
I always think of that line “I miss the comfort of being sad” and my brother’s warning
