Birthdays
Oh how I hate birthdays
Celebrating the day all my problems started?
No thanks
But there's one thing I hate most
"What do you want?"
They ask.
There are hundreds, if not thousands of answers to one simple question.
Books, games, makeup, dolls
And yet, the things I want most in life can't be bought anywhere.
I want to be loved unconditionally
I want to be good enough for someone
I want to have nothing to prove
I want to be able to express my feelings without getting judged
I wanna trust people with my everything
I just wanna be myself
But
Those are never the words that come out of my mouth.
Them ^
the world wasn’t ready for them… for what they could’ve been
everyone shut up and look at this
It get’s gayer by the exclamation point XD
You're not immune to being the bully btw. You're not immune to being in the wrong
His lil sandles
(via)
please can we do inbox trick-or-treating this year. can we make that a thing on tumblr. please please please please please
honestly its gay as fuck to even be a man
One of the most important things I’ve learned as a Real Adult™ is the importance of a job half done.
Today I did a load of dishes, wiped off my stove, and swept the kitchen floor. Did I do the best job, or finish every dish? No! My stove still has that caked on caramel that I need to bust out an SOS pad to take care of, one of our big pots is still sitting in the sink, and somehow a kitty kibble unearthed itself while I was wiping down the stove (?? how??).. but the kitchen looks a LOT better. It’s once again an inhabitable, usable space.
Parents, bosses, teachers, even my own self, harp upon absolute perfect completion of a task as the be all and end all of a job well done, but god damn, my kitchen isn’t terrible because I took the time to improve it. Little steps, especially when you’re struggling, are important. They mean a LOT. They are a sign that you won, if only in that brief moment, and they make getting all the other stuff done so much easier later on down the road.