Im Here For These Two Pika Boyfriends

On my way to the moon

hole in the sky

reblog this if your blog is a safe space on april fools and won’t have any jumpers, screamers, or anything scary or anxiety inducing

SPIDER-MAN: INTO THE SPIDER-VERSE (2018)

the force is like anxiety

Well, well, well, will you look at that? It’s Pride again.

You know the drill by now. It’s June 1, and suddenly everything from banks to big box stores has slapped a rainbow on their logo. Rainbow capitalism knows how to target LGBTQIA+ customers. For exactly 30 days of the year. How quaint.

Of course, it’s nice to make things bright, and colorful, and pretty. But it’s meaningless if that’s all it is.

Pride should be about uplifting and celebrating you, the community. And it should be year-round, not just 8.22% of the year. So, we’re signal-boosting your posts that celebrate, support, and honor all genders and sexualities over here. Follow to keep your dashboard lovely and gay as hell all year round.

And, yes, we’re also making a bit of a fuss right here on @celebrate (apparently, we just can’t help ourselves). So if you’re interested in talking about what Pride means to you or want to celebrate Pride but don’t know how to go about it this year, we made a fun little 30-day Share Your Pride Challenge list. Because you do, in fact, deserve to be celebrated.

Tag your posts with #ShareYourPride if you want to make them a little easier for other people to find. And Tumblr? Happy Pride. We’re glad you’re here.

I just realized that if I rub a straw in Saki’s fur it creates enough static electricity to make it stick on her head

A dream

My anxiety feels more like what i would imagine having a mini black hole in your chest would feel like

It centers around your heart and pulls, the pressure and stress trying to pull you from within rather than exterior pressure weighing down on you

Your lungs stuggle to inflate because they must pull against this black hole. Speaking is hard because it's gravitational pull grips at your throat and holds to the back of your tongue.

It makes you hunch, pulling your shoulders closer, forcing you smaller, your hands fumbling to grasp at anything thatll pull you free from its grip

Your legs like lead as they fight to keep your knees from surging to your chest, lest they give in and you fall prey to this black hole's terrifying depth

Your head tilting down, glancing wildly for help or danger, your thoughts pressed flat against its temporary seige

Sometimes it's a roaring energy that settles heavy in your cells, demanding safety in its purest and devestating form

Sometimes it's quiet, like a small breeze, where you can tuck your sleeves a just little tighter, and it was like you never felt the tug at all

And yet its silent, invisible. You are the black hole you are desperately trying to escape from.

Funny how people assume, then, that because they cannot see your black hole, that it cannot be as bad as you say it is.