I went by the lake today. This used to be one of the places I'd go to with my grandpa. He's been gone for a month. It was strange to go there without him. I went with my dad, we both sat there and cried.
It was good that I went, though. He might be gone, but as long as the lake is there, I'll always have a place to come back to and be with him.
It's so hard to be a people pleaser when someone is constantly hurting you and your damned sense of empathy keeps finding ways to go easy on them. " Oh, don't worry, I won't take it personal" " oh it's ok don't worry I don't mind that we made plans and you completely ghosted me" " no no its ok that you talk absolute shit about people I love just because *you* couldn't deal with things like an adult".
I hate it. I want to scream, want to tell them to accept at least some accountability, but when I finally say something, I am just... gaslit.
Wounds of the Earth
— by xis.lanyx
In regards of the Trump government scraping all trans inclusion in its queer information portion of its websites I have made this thing. Spread the word. Don't let them pretend we never existed.
P.S: Don't like! Reblog! <3
forgot to put this here too
i love when fic writers who have clearly never tried any kind of alcohol in their lives try to write someone drinking bc they're always like
"he ordered a tall glass of hard liquor. after three large glasses he was feeling tipsy" like babygirl i can't be sure but i think u just sent this man to the hospital
— Nikita Gill
I think Tiffy and Payu should meet
Sketchy from Arcane rewatch, and all I've had energy for.
🌖 when the sun sets, will i lose you 🌙
@DeadMudila