You need to understand my position: I'm a coward.

samaxsonvevo:

if you hated pink and/or blue as a kid because of the forced implication of rigid gendering of things that you knew you didn’t want to be a part of and as a kid you took it out on the colour but were able to embrace the colour(s) divorced from the bullshit as you grew up and were able to make your own choices about colour and now feel much more free to like pink and/or blue clap your hands

eupheme-butterfly:

icecream-eaterrr:

I just heard this woman say “you procrastinate because you are afraid of rejection. It’s a defense mechanism, you are trying to protect yourself without even trying.” and I think I just realized what was wrong with me.

Yep, this is a very, very common reason for procrastinating.  It’s also why procrastination, even though it’s often associated with laziness, is a fairly common trait in a lot of people with anxiety and perfectionism issues.

jumpingjacktrash:

you deserve love. your crush does not owe you a date.

you deserve success. your coworkers do not owe you extra hours.

you deserve emotional support. your friends do not owe you free therapy.

what ‘you deserve this’ means is that it’s ok to want it and hope for it and try to achieve it, not that you have the authority to demand that a person provide it. it’s good to ask for it, but you have to be willing to take no for an answer.

sos-fandoms:

prince-addai:

windupdolls:

trans–reality:

Hey if you’re against trans women getting uterus implants because it’s “stealing” from afab people, you’re trash

please steal my uterus i sure as fuck don’t need it if someone came by and just took it while i was sleepin that’d be rad I’ll even pay you to take it

relatable shit

Reblog if you’d happily give your uterus to a trans woman

cenkrett:

Half of the people on tumblr:  “I talk pretty tough for someone with a soft, fluffy bunny heart full of feelings.”

Me, unable to relate:  “I talk a lot about tolerance and understanding for someone who is always 2 seconds away from serious violence.”

me, isolating myself from others: y noone wanna be friends w/ me :( :( :’( :/

jaiquanda:

*hears footsteps toward my room* please don’t

pirategf:

pirategf:

i literally never force myself to do anything thats probably my biggest problem abjzsdgdhdj

me: ugh i dont want to do that

brain: dont do it then

me: can’t argue with that

apricops:

apricops:

I say dumb and wrong stuff sometimes and tbh I’m gonna keep doing that! Not I nor anyone immediately realizes the most accurate and humane conclusion from a collection of information, and on here there’s kind of an attitude of “sending out a bad take is showing your own un-Wokeness”

But the thing is, you can’t not have an opinion when presented with information. You can clam up about it, sure, but your brain has already received information and started processing, synthesizing, and compiling it. That’s just what it does. If I keep my mouth shut about some dumb and controversial conclusion I reached that I’m not sure of, I don’t allow the opportunity for my misconceptions to be rectified, and sabotage my own intellectual rigor.

An important addendum to this is that I consider learning to be an inherently social process, and so you can only get away with doing that if you prove you can be humble and open-minded when corrected (which I would like to think I do)

magnolia-noire:

people who carry their groceries home on public transportation are stronger than any marine

madqueensarah:

If you’re an adult, do the stuff you couldn’t as a kid.

Like, me and my sister went to a museum, and they had an extra exhibit of butterflies. But it cost £3. So we sighed, walked past, then stopped. We each had £3. We could see the butterflies. And we did it was great. We followed it up with an ice-cream as well because Mum and Dad weren’t there to say no.

I was driving back from a work trip with 2 other people in their early 20s, and we drove past a MacDonalds. One of the others went “Aww man, I’d love a McFlurry.” And the guy driving pulled in to the drive through. It was wild. But it was great.

I went to a park over the weekend and I was thinking “Man, I’d love to hire one of those bikes and cycle round the park.” It took me a few minutes to go “Wait, I can hire one of those bikes!”

I guess what I’m saying is, those impulsive things you wanted to do as a kid - see the dinosaur exhibit, play in the fountains with the other kids, lie in the shade for 2 hours - you can do when you’re an adult. You have to deal with a whole lot of other bull, but at least you can indulge your inner 8 year-old.