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womens clothing sizing is based on how much the company wants you to kill yourself
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reblog to give your headache to elon musk instead
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call me ignorant but i genuinely don’t understand why sports have to be split up by gender.
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conversations of amatonormativity and consent overlap a lot and should be discussed side by side more frequently. because when you live in a society that teaches you that you’re supposed to want sex and romance, that you may want to say no in the moment but you shouldn’t say no forever, any statements about consent get muddied. you cannot at once preach that consent is vital and “you can always say no” and also insist that people should give sex and romance a try, even when they express disinterest, telling them “eventually you’ll find the right person.”
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It's easier to accept that you're aromantic once you understand that what you want isn't romance per se and it's really the companionship that appeals to you. I never actually liked the thought of being in a relationship but I liked the thought of being important to someone
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Hello childhood trauma. I wasn't try to sleep or anything important. How've you been?
Remember the time I'd suppressed all memory you? How I didn't realize how horrifying you were until someone jogged my memory and I accidentally over shared?
It wasn't an invitation. Your presence in my life is unwelcome and I'm not strong enough to fight you again.
Could you please chose either my dreams or waking hours to torment? Give me some rest?
I can only do so much.
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I need the energy to get to a creek.
i need to stand ankle deep in a creek about this
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imagine if doorways grew back like scabbed over with fresh drywall and you had to keep carving them back out with a jabsaw to keep the doorway clear etc
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I'm pretty sure being an adult is giving more to your friendships than you ever get in return.
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Being on my period during the summer is like setting myself on fire. Heat packs for my back/uterus and ice cream so I don't overheat and die. At this point ablation is looking better and better.
Why the fuck wouldn't I want to miss a days pay cause I can't walk???
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a little late but in honor of the one year anniversary of volume 2 i redrew the first drawing i ever posted 😋😋
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I think that more fanfiction should be written with the aim to tackle the original meaning of hanahaki. Because when the concept of hanahaki disease was originally created, it was intended to be a metaphor for suppressing one’s feelings.
Your feelings are this beautiful garden of flora inside of your chest. When you express how you feel honestly, you allow for it to grow freely. But when you hide how you feel out of fear of rejection, and try to make it smaller and smaller, the flowers become cramped inside of you, until you choke on your own feelings. Every flower you cough up is something you’ve felt, but refused to say.
The whole “dying” thing is intended to be more symbolic especially. You’re killing off bits and pieces of yourself and how you feel, because you’re afraid to express yourself.
It’s not really supposed to be, “The one I love doesn’t love me back, and I’m dying from it.” Rather, it’s more along the lines of, “Repressing your emotions is bad for you, and it’s better and healthier to express them freely, even when it’s scary.”
Which is to say that, one, the cure for the disease should be telling the person that you are in love with how you feel. How the other person feels about the person afflicted should have nothing to do with it, as the trope is meant to be about feeling your emotions unapologetically.
And that, two, it’s not an inherently romantic trope. Obviously, it has romantic applications, but it can be written for any situation where a character is hiding how they truly feel. This can include a refusal to address a specific trauma, a desire to indulge in something that they’re ashamed of, and even really practical things, like wanting to ask one’s boss for a higher position.
Although (as an aromantic person myself) I don’t agree with this conclusion about the trope, this application would also avoid people calling it arophobic. When the thing killing the character is a refusal to be honest with themselves, rather than an unrequited love, it’s on nobody’s hands but their own to save their life.
There are a ton of ways that this interpretation of the hanahaki disease could be applied in new and interesting ways in fanfiction, and I’d love to read what things people could come up with!
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