#7th grade i understand

[outlawtornn]

ill forever adore going through my old sketchbooks because its like going through memories i never knew i had

[raticalshoez]

is this too niche.

aka i SWEAR i've seen a total drama life series art thing but when i went to go look for it i couldn't find any SOOOOOOO i made it myself

Bonus:

Alenoah as that one desert duo scene because i was stumped on who i should've drawn for that scene

[crickit-song]

Trump making all people legally women was not on my 2025 bingo card, but with how much of an idiot republican politicians seem to be, maybe it should've been.

[ybbag777]

[toss-a-coin-to-your-stan-account]

me talking about what's happening when I first started to learn about it: well there's clearly a lot of layers to the conflict :((( I hope everyone makes it through okay

me talking about the genocide happening in palestine now: if you still say "BUT HAMAS-" I would like to personally invite you to swan dive into your nearest cement mixer

[shiraishi--kanade]

An. An, beloved, why are you struggling with 珍 of all things. An that is N2 level kanji. An please

[5-htagonist]

i read the hunger games books multiple times over as a kid, and i didnt like katniss' ending at first, bc my hyperlexic ass could read the words long before i could REALLY Comprehend the concepts, but as soon as i got a firm understanding of aromanticism and trauma and and etcetc... i like it a lot now

[ectonurites]

SUPER DARK TIMES (2017) DIR. KEVIN PHILLIPS

[pumpkin-the-girlie-girl-vixen]

My Journey from the Closet to Acceptance

Growing up, I always felt different. As a closeted gay girl, I carried the weight of my identity in silence, knowing from a young age that my family might not accept or understand me. The fear of rejection loomed over my childhood, casting a long shadow on my heart. I learned to hide who I was, masking my true self with layers of conformity, all the while longing for the freedom to love openly.

Then came the day that changed everything. It started as a moment of innocent affection, a fleeting kiss with my girlfriend on the school bus during 8th grade. We were young and carefree, lost in our little world, unaware of the storm brewing around us. But someone, a boy in the 8th grade, took it upon himself to capture that moment without our permission. He secretly recorded us, and before I knew it, a video of that innocent kiss began circulating around school.

When my principal caught wind of it, the consequences were swift and harsh. He called my father in, and I felt a knot of dread tighten in my stomach as I walked into his office. There, in front of my father, my principal pulled out his cell phone and showed him the very clear video of me and my girlfriend locking lips. The shock on my father's face was palpable, and I braced myself for the inevitable explosion.

When I got home, I feared the worst. I half-expected my father to unleash his anger, possibly even resorting to violence. But instead, a heavy silence enveloped the house. His disappointment was more cutting than any words could have been. For weeks, he wouldn’t look at me, wouldn’t speak to me, and I felt the chasm between us grow wider. It was as if I had become a ghost in my own home—his little girl, now a source of shame.

In those dark moments, I often thought about the "conversion camps" I had heard whispers about. If only I had said I was confused, maybe I could have avoided being thrust into that scrutiny. But deep down, I knew I was not confused; I was simply me, trapped in a situation that felt unforgiving.

Fast forward to when I turned 25. The distance between my family and me had always felt insurmountable, but then came a conversation with my mother that opened my eyes. She casually mentioned, “I’m glad that was just a phase!” I couldn’t help but giggle at how out of touch she was. “What phase, Mom?” I asked, feigning ignorance.

“You know… the phase of kissing girls.”

With a smile, I replied, “Mom, I’m an adult now. I make my own choices. I’ve always liked girls, and I’m not going to hide in the closet anymore. You don’t have to like who I am, but if you love me, you’ll keep your hateful opinions to yourself and accept me for me.”

To my surprise, as time passed, my mom began to change. She started sending me pride-related gifts, small tokens of acceptance that felt monumental. It was a journey fraught with challenges, but knowing that I had finally begun to carve out a space for my true self was liberating.

Reflecting on my journey, I realize how far I’ve come from those fearful days in the closet. Embracing my identity has been a powerful act of self-love, and while my path has been littered with obstacles, I’ve emerged stronger and more authentic. In the end, love won out over fear, and that’s a victory worth celebrating.

[outlawtornn]

my amrev mooties watching me mass reblog the outsiders stuff and probably being extremely confused or something

[hope-ur-ok]

I love how kind u are and i too have such a hard time letting go! Like im still hurt over something that happened in elementary school and while it wasn’t too bad to others it was hurtful to me

being hurt over something from elementary school is so real, sometimes I get mad at myself over something I said or did in middle school, like girl you did not need to be rude that day in 6th grade to the boy who was dating your best friend/girl you had a crush on

[ratsalad]

dookie has been one of my favorite records for nearly 13 years but i'm only NOW noticing this cool little black sabbath easter egg on the album cover

[yelloworangesoda]

my take on tme and tma as labels are that saying im tme doesnt tell people my genitals any more than saying. im trans. right

[1ns3ct3y3]

I JUST REMEMBERED THERES GONNA BE NO MORE HOT-SEAT FRIDAYS ONCE SCHOOL STARTS🥰🫶

[musiccokeandfrench]

Oscar Wilde said, "In this world there are only two tragedies. One is not getting what one wants, and the other is getting it." And I somehow learn this better with each passing year

[surrender-souls]

i may just be driven to tears by dwight frye renfield