One Time, I Was On Coronado Island During SDCC And Saw You. It's Probably Been 12-15 Years Now. Since

My country's suicide hotline SUCKS ASS

I was having a panic attack and now I'm living out of fucking spite

probably the best advice I've ever got was from my grandpa when I moved from my town and started a university, he told me to leave the house everytime when I start to feel down, just to go to the park, a supermarket, a bookstore, to even drive in a bus or tram, just be around other people because staying at home all the time kills you; and you know he was right

As someone who's grown up biting their nails aggressively out of anxiety and is now trying to grow them out I just want to say HOLY FUCK HAVING NAILS IS FUCKING RAD I CAN SCRATCH MY ITCHY ASS LEGS NOW

Good morning. Israel will fall and Palestine will be free

i propose that instead of pride month, we have queer year (queer people are treated like actual people all year long)

Reblog if you're asexual and tired

Now that I have a binder I'm now just noticing these little things I did- like, push down on my chest randomly throughout the day (my hand missed and I was surprised I did but then I realised that I did that a lot), slouch aggressively (that might be the autism) and do a T-Rex arm whenever I shifted movement unexpectedly or needed to put the rubbish bag in the big bin to not notice the two baseball's attached to me move- the more you fucking know, oh my god.

You can come in any font of text, but if you're a word I find I love, I will fall madly for you.