yeah.

Holy shit I knew it was bad but this is DIRE

That part

youre telling me a ham fisted this metaphor??

trans people i’m happy you’re alive!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i’m so glad you’re here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! keep doing your best!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i love you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A galaxy I love it

reblogging this again actually because more galaxy

trans galaxy...beautiful

yayyy, trans people, I love all of you!!! Thank you for being with us!!!

Omg I love all of you! The entire galaxy! The entire trans universe!!! I love you ALL!

this isn’t even half yet but look at our glorious galaxy

woag

Photos of Black Lesbians in The Past

Because if we have a past, we'll sure as hell have a future

I apologize for calling Macklemore cringe

hope is a skill

hope is a weapon you are trained to wield

favourite additions

You cannot hide this in the tags, bestie. This is too lovely to keep a secret.

Hate being that guy, but Redbubble is having a 20% sale, so if you did want a Loba stabbing Rev tank top like mine, now is the time! Also, I did had more art, so it's not just Loba and Rev.

When I was younger, I wish someone had told me straight-up that not all adults experience “a calling”. That many of them never find particular purpose in a career. That sometimes, their job is just what pays the bills and they have to seek satisfaction and fulfillment elsewhere. 

Because as an adult, this pervasive notion that there exists a perfect path for everyone, that people should love what they do, and that work is meant to function as a vehicle for fulfilling a person’s grand life destiny is not only inaccurate for many of us, it can be toxic.

The ideal is so ingrained that I have to remind myself constantly I’m not a failure because I don’t adore my job, and because I’m not rocking the world with my work. That is okay. 

Sometimes, work is just work. There isn’t always a perfect career path, magically waiting to be discovered. There might not be this THING you were born to do. Sometimes, you discover that what you really want to be when you grow up is “paid”.

can we do this ^ again please. what the fuck happened? who was this hurting? why did we stop?

gritting my teeth. I do not need to be the person my parents want me to be. I am allowed to be my own person. I am allowed to disappoint them. I am allowed to choose not to follow their advice. the world will not end if my parents disagree with me about what is best for me and my life

when the autism is being an actual mental health problem instead of making me obsess over fictional characters again:

This is the money Marge. Reblog for good fortune

why is pride always in summer. what about the dykes that can't tolerate the heat huh. what about us. I mean them.