so what if I’ll be forty with tattoos? Any professional aspirations I have definitely require full sleeve cardigans or nudity.
common wisdom says that you should only make personal changes for yourself, not for some external reason. i say that spiteful rage for the people who have made you feel less than is a more productive reason. that could just be me though
i’ve never been male-validated for anything other than sex nobody wants to have a relationship with me i think now, i’m learning to be open to it in a way i never had been before. more vulnerable to the process, more able to accept others as they are, and to really emphasize the shit out of the amazing things. that was something my crazy parents never taught me i don’t want to...
we’re just a fucking spec in a multiverse full of gas and one day our contributions to society will burn and we will not be remembered and nobody will care about our legacies or that we did our math homework; or that we followed a path to seek our full potentials; or that we ate too much; or that we fit into our clothes correctly; or that we minded our tongues around older men and women; or...
the altruist in me says “go be free, sing til your heart’s content and enjoy every minute of this human age.” the critic in me leaves only room for the best of the best, and see the 8th deadly sin in performing off key and out of time.