I see all these people in my life who are all “Oh yes, I knew I was queer when I was 8 because there was this girl/boy and they were amazing and made me feel funny and that’s when I realised I liked people who were the same gender as me” and I’m all like “Really?”
Because when I was 8 I was interested in BMX and skateboards and Lego and I barely realised I was a human, never mind considering my sexuality.
In fact, I still don’t think I’ve got it figured out.
Y’know people say shit about social media along the lines of ‘OMG no one cares what anyone had for breakfast’ and like.
I do? I care. I’m pretty sure a lot of people care. I want to hear that the people I care about are having delicious breakfasts or saw something odd at work or flirted with a cute barista. Or just any little thoughts they have that they feel are worth sharing.
I’ve always kind of assumed that’s how you’re supposed to feel about your friends.
OMG, so much this. I’d hate to go back to a world where I didn’t feel like my friends were sharing little tiny, personal moments with me, just so I can tap a button that tells them “Hey, I think this thing you did is awesome”. These are intimate things, sometimes bared soul, sharing them a moment of trust with those you hold dear.
Never been so annoyed by the use of the word “dude”.
It’s far from neutral in certain situations, especially where the sentence it’s attached to has some gender-related context.
Like, seriously people, be more aware of goddamn context.
There is *never* an appropriate time to use the word “dude”
"give your daughters difficult names. give your daughters names that command the full use of tongue. my name makes you want to tell me the truth. my name doesn’t allow me to trust anyone that cannot pronounce it right."
— Warsan Shire (via ethiopienne)
Oh, sweet. Sakura Niamh Gibson totally passes this test.
(Source: laevoe, via ellen-is-on-oestrogen)