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the thing that gets me about the barbie movie being framed as an "anti-men" movie is that it's fundamentally untrue to the message it's sending out. the movie is an empowering feminist piece as much as it is a cautionary tale about men letting their insecurities and doubts about their place in the world lead them to falling into the alt-right/incel/mra pipeline. it's looking out for men just as much as it's looking out for women, and the only reason you might find this as an "anti-men" message is because you somehow deeply believe that this is the wrong message to send

I hate spring. I hate spring ‘cause it makes me think of her. I thought I was over her, I got so used to ignoring the dull ache in my chest that I tricked myself into thinking that it had gone away. That I could feel normally for once, that I could fall for someone else, someone that would like me back. But then I started comparing them unconsciously. Because she’s perfect. Perfect in all the ways other than caring about me like I care about her. Which isn’t a flaw, and I respect her feelings. I understand I’m not entitled to her love, that I’m lucky enough to be her best friend. I thought I was finally over her. It’ll be seven years soon. Seven years of being in love with someone that doesn’t love me back. It’s stopped hurting now, more like an emptiness than an ache.

All the advice I’ve found for getting over someone is to point out their flaws to yourself, strip away the rose colored glasses and find reasons they aren’t the one, and to distance yourself from them, which I can’t do. I have stripped away the rose tint, years ago when I first told her how I felt, when she first told me she didn’t feel the same. But all the flaws I find only make me love her more. She’s too blunt, and can hurt people with it, but she never means to, and immediately apologizes and restates when she realizes it hurt someone. She’s incredibly competitive, which isn’t even a flaw. She’s exactly the kind of person I need, we’re opposites in almost everything. She runs hot and I run cold, but her hands are always cold and mine are always warm. She’s competitive and outgoing most of the time but in quiet moments she’s so soft and sweet and I’m soft and gentle most of the time, only more playful and outgoing when I’m with my friends. She listens to me ramble, even when she doesn’t really get it, which I don’t expect her to. She knows what I mean when I run out of words, or I get stuck on a word, or I can’t speak. She knows what I need even when I don’t know, and she never makes a big deal about it.

I miss her. We haven’t been the same since October. We used to be closer, physically I mean, we’re still about the same emotionally. I’m a very tactile person, and pre October she was one of my main sources of contact, whenever we were together we were always touching, but now it’s just, light touches here or there and it’s just,, different, somehow.

I don’t know, this is getting long and at this point I’m just rambling, but I don’t really have anyone to talk to about this, so.

I love her. I’m in love with her. I have been for years. I want her, to have and to hold, for better and through worse, for the rest of my life. I used to say that I wanted to be a part of her, a heart, a lung, a leg, anything. Not because I wanted to be her, no, but because I wanted to know her, better than anyone, so I could know what she needed, how best to help her. I want to be there with her through everything. I want to come home from work and cuddle up to her on the couch, to listen to her talk about her day, or her dreams, or anything.

I want her in all the ways someone can want someone else. I want to be her best friend, her lover, her comrade. I want the be the first person she calls when she needs to talk, when she wants to share good news, or bad news, when it’s late at night and she can’t sleep. I want to kiss her, and hold her, and sleep under the stars. I want to tumble into bed with her, to tease her about her bed head in the morning. I want to learn to cook her favorite foods in a kitchen we share. I want to dance with her, to watch her trip over her own two feet and laugh at herself. God, how often I make a fool of myself to hear that laugh. I want to see every expression she can make. I want hear every noise. I want to see the most beautiful parts of the world with her, because she’s the most beautiful part of mine.

I want to hear all the family drama. I want to go to her family get togethers. I want her to come to mine. I want to show her off to everyone I know. I want them all to see how much I love her. I want them to tell her how every time I look at her my love is so apparent it makes them want to hurl. I want her to smile and laugh and agree. I want her mother to invite me into her family with open arms and I want her to be welcomed into mine.

I want to share my life with her. I want her to share her life with me. I’m in love with her, I have been for years, and I think I always will be. But I know these wants can’t come to pass. She doesn’t love me back, but it’s fun to dream.

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a study i did because i realized idk how to draw environments at all LMAO

quick reminder that my own gay ass genuinely supports the hell outta each and every one of you. regardless if i know you or not, im happy to be living in this shithole of a life in the same world with you.

and im proud of you, i know in my heart just how beautiful, amazing, talented, smart, and worthy you are and i hope you can see that too🏳️‍🌈🌈

If I could be anything, I would be a pebble in the bottom of a clear river in a forest somewhere. Free to just exist without moving, without breathing, without being aware. I could just live, experience the world around me, the bubbling and tumbling of the water, the swishing of fish as they swim past, ever eager to get on with their lives. Maybe children would find my little creek and splash and play, their giggles echoing down to ripple against my surface. The freedom to experience life without being an active participant, doesn’t it sound peaceful.

I’m both pro herbal medicine and pro vaccination because you can treat burns with aloe vera juice and sore throats with lavender infused honey but you can’t rid a country of polio with plants.