I Cannot Believe This.

what if instead of having spell slots, each time we cast a spell, we have to eat a proportional marshmallow? Like, eventually ur gonna become so disgusted by the taste that you can't eat them anymore. And thus, you are out of spells.

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

EDIT: Well this got a lot of attention! I got a few users asking to print or repost my art and I am unimaginably grateful to everyone's interest, especially since it's a really simple drawing I made on a whim haha! Anyone who is looking to print these out to hang or hand out or repost on another platform is free to do so, although I ask you to credit me and let people know it's from my Tumblr profile! If anyone wishes to do anything else with my art or post and wants to clarify what I consent to then they can message me privately and I'll explain! <333 all my love to my queer siblings

EDIT: I made an LGBTQIA+ version with a focus on trans and intersex folks, it's on my pinned if you prefer this version of the acronym.

guess who just learned two Italian cuss words?

*gestures to myself*

This person!

I am so sick and tired of being the second choice.

I talk to you and introduce you to my friends! And what do you do?

You only ever talk to them.

But when you have a class with me and not them, I suddenly become your friend again!

You leave me out of group projects.

Even when theys said 2 or more.

Nobody ever chooses me.

I am the consolation prize.

Now you may say "I would choose you!"

But you haven't.

And you wont.

Stop with the lies please,

It makes me hope.

Fire doesn't discriminate.

You will burn too.

just got hit with a wave of pain

L I f e s u c k s

the balcony

(TW for suicidal themes at the end)

The balcony.

My most prominent memory is of the balcony, Leaning against the railing and staring longingly into the sea of stars above my head.

A whisp of a memory from when I was an infant, My mother holding me, Standing on the balcony.

No matter what had happened each day, I always found my way back to the balcony at its end.

My fifth birthday, My sixth, My seventh, All the way through my fifteenth, At every party, The balcony was where I hid.

I met my best friend there, My crush asked my out there, My mother died there.

And that is where I became queen.

Now, So much time has passed, A cycle at least.

Of which cycle I cannot tell, But it is much time nonetheless.

I stay trapped here, On this balcony.

The balcony where my life began, I am trapped.

But I cannot leave.

If I leave they will be forgotten, The people of the balcony memories.

If they are forgotten, They never existed at all.

I am trapped in this balcony.

This balcony where my life began, This balcony where it shall end.

And as I lay there, Looking up at the stars, with the balcony just barely in view, I wonder.

And I hope this will not happen anew.

Me: *disassociating in the car on the way to the musical I'm in*

The podcast my mom has on: for more on fish having a better life than you,

Me: *suddenly aware and slightly offended* I know it's true but still RUDE