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And it was a nice yard once. A garden bed full of tulips, a lawn blanketed with small clover. A tall willow tree perfect for a child to play pretend under and make magical memories in. A cobble path winding from the door to the street. The houses on either side were just close enough that you could hear the neighborhood children laughing. Yet they are far enough that it felt like a secluded little fairy wonderland. A perfect place to settle down and raise a family.

Left to its own devices, the garden has turned brown. The small patches of crabgrass you insisted I leave be have spread all throughout the lawn. Unmaintained and uncontrolled the small patches have now grown over everything else. Each tendril of it working to suffocate the soft clover. Poking and prodding at the cobble path with ever reaching arms.

The willow tree hangs heavy with the weight of itself. Without someone there to trim it, all it can do is droop down further and further. Left alone a little longer it might have died under its own weight. So much has changed here since that day but the house... The house looks the same it did the day we bought it. The day we stood in front of it, your arm around my waist, and knew that this would be where we would raise our kids.

You deserve to be buried here my love. You deserve to wither and rot under the very same willow tree. We once imagined our future here together and I will ensure our dreams come true. I will make you a home under that willow tree. A place where you can rest soundly and watch as I raise our child.

I will rid the yard of your crabgrass. I will spare no expense in removing the evil from the very root. The blood on my hands is a necessary sacrifice for what I must do for her. Ripping up the crabgrass and replacing it with the soft sweet clover I once knew. The clover I fell in love with when I fell in love with you.

Look I love unconditional devotion love stories as much as the next person, but there's really something so deliciously raw about conditional devotion.

I have served you and I have loved you for decades, but I will not give up my principles for you. You cut out part of my heart and took it with you down that path that you insist on walking, but you walk it alone. Even when the bleeding, gaping hole you left in my chest kills me, I will not follow you.

via @b.sharise

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I don’t know how else to explain it. If someone says something to me that initially hits as horribly transphobic, I’m going to be hurt. However, if, after I confront them about it, they go “Oh no! Jesus no, that’s nowhere near what I intended to say, I mean X” - well, I now feel a hell of a lot better. I like knowing people aren’t actually trying to hurt me.

So yeah - knowing someone’s intent can drastically alter the impact, especially if the impact was negative. It can literally fix a horrible case of miscommunication that could’ve resulted in a permanent rift in a friendship.

But I’ve been in communities where trying to have the second half of that conversation is “abuse” and “invalidating their pain”.

No! It’s actually a really fucking important part of communication! And to silence that second half of the interaction results in no one learning anything, no one healing, and everyone remaining hurt.

Person 1 remains offended, thinking their friend meant to say something transphobic. Person 2 remains hurt because now everyone thinks they’re transphobic.

The pain of being misinterpreted is not and should not be dismissed, and fuck anyone who tries to do so to me in the future.

Hey remember when Tumblr banned porn and everyone fled to Twitter and the internet by and large became that much more insufferable? Yeah well, we’re about to get the sequel no one’s been waiting for

A recent lawsuit is calling into question the very law that makes user-generated content possible on the internet and it’s going before a bunch of old people who have no idea how the internet works. If Section 230 gets repealed or modified, the internet as we know it will radically change forever. Content policing will be that much worse; and either the guidelines will be so restrictive it’ll squeeze the life out of their sites, or sites will close their doors all together by not being able to meet the moderation demand and not wanting to risk being liable. 

Unlike SOPA way back in the day, this one is quietly flying under everyone’s radar so there’s no big pushback like last time, so there is a very real possibility this goes down in the worst way possible. So Yeah Ya’ll may want to start saving your favorite content if you feel it’s going to go bye-bye

This is so simple yet sweet. I love it :33

Im gonna try to take my meds more consistently

Two rules for creating anything.

1) Make it weird.

2) Make it with love.

Reminded that a whip crack is the sound of the whip breaking the sound barrier. This is. Peak.

It doesn't get cooler than that tbh. Like. YOU ARE HOLDING SOMETHING THAT IS BREAKING THE SOUND BARRIER. YOU WITH YOUR HUMAN HAND AND HUMAN ARM ARE MAKING SOMETHING GO FASTER THAN THE SPEED OF SOUND.

Rocky Horror is turning 50 next month and people still act like being gay was invented by Ellen in 1997