“sometimes people pretend you're the bad person so they don't feel guilty about the things they did to you”
March 6
Unfriendly fucking reminder that TERFs, SWERFs, and really any other self identified “radical feminists,” “gender abolitionists,” “womyn-born-womyn,” or anyone whose feminism is “female centric” (ie excludes trans women) are not fucking welcome here. You are not welcome to this space, to my posts, or anywhere near me. Get lost.
if you follow me on tumblr and like my posts a lot i probably have fondly memorized your username and consider you a pal
The worst thing about bpd is seeing myself get disproportionately upset about something and knowing there is no reason for me to be this upset but still not being able to stop myself from feeling so strongly. It is like there are two versions of me: one me that is constantly upset about small things and another me that is constantly invalidating my feelings by saying I am throwing things out of proportion.
me: *dissociates for no reason at all and spends the whole day zoned out, emotionless and unable to focus*
me: this is fine
Me: I hate corny shit
*sees something corny*
Me: *blushing* I….hate…corny..shit…
A lot of people ask me what my biggest fear is, or what scares me most. And I know they expect an answer like heights, or closed spaces, or people dressed like animals, but how do I tell them that when I was 17 I took a class called Relationships For Life and I learned that most people fall out of love for the same reasons they fell in it. That their lover’s once endearing stubbornness has now become refusal to compromise and their one track mind is now immaturity and their bad habits that you once adored is now money down the drain. Their spontaneity becomes reckless and irresponsible and their feet up on your dash is no longer sexy, just another distraction in your busy life.
Nothing saddens and scares me like the thought that I can become ugly to someone who once thought all the stars were in my eyes.
