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self diagnosing is so hard because everytime you’re like “maybe I am mentally ill” theres also a big part of you going “nah you’re probably just a naturally lazy/nasty/disgusting/useless person trying to find an excuse for your behavior” because of the institutionalized ableism that runs through everything

So go to the doctor and get an actual diagnosis?

Why don’t poor people just buy more money?


my name is my own my own my own / and i can’t tell you who the hell set things up like this / but i can tell you that from now on my resistance / my simple and daily and nightly self-determination / may very well cost you your life

from poem about my rights by june jordan 


*is cute and perfect but also unstable, violent and self-destructive*

How About Now by Drake from the album: Views From The 6ix


You ain’t really fuck with me way back then, girl. How bout now?


its really funny to me that “being queer makes you unlovable” is such a common sentiment, both to hear from cruel or well meaning straight people and to internalize as a queer person, sometimes very painfully, sometimes for years. well heres something about how i love myself and how i love my unlovable friends 

no love by little dragon
My heart is an unmade bed;
it might look messy, but I swear
it’s a safe place to rest.


one of the toughest aspects of mental illness is how often your goals fall by the wayside because the only goal you can afford is survival.

Amy Winehouse: rare pictures in polaroids

U Don't Have To Call (Instrumental) by The Neptunes
I asked my ex, now good friend, if she would ever have an open relationship and she said, “No, I don’t think I could do that” then after a pause and a smile, “but what about love affair friendships?” She went on to describe an impenetrable fortress of female friendship, her own group of best mates who’d known each other since school and had supported and loved each other through almost all of their lifetimes. They sounded far more bonded to, and in love with one another, than their respective husbands. It struck me that we don’t have the language to reflect the diversity and breadth of connections we experience. Why is sex the thing we tend to define a relationship by, when in fact it can be simple casual fun without a deep emotional transaction? Why do we say “just friends” when, for some of us, a friendship goes deeper? Can we define a new currency of commitment that celebrates and values this? Instead of having multiple confusing interpretations of the same word, could we have different words? What if we viewed our relationships as a pyramid structure with our primary partner at the top and a host of lovers, friends, spiritual soul mates, colleagues, and acquaintances beneath that?