In-betweenness

internetsomebody:

(via xintract)

m0rpheus-laughing:

I feel like I don’t exist today. I’m just made of static.

(via autistic-bipolar-psychotic)

mapcus:

Me taking to myself in the morning: okay bitch, get the fuck up

(via thursday)

semitics:

Me around gays and girls: dirty joaks

Me around straight men: no I do not know what sex is, and I am not interested in knowing. Also, if you mention it I am calling the police

(via borderline-rat)

cockyhorror:

exoskyll:

sin-artist:

catf8sh:

thisiswhymomworries:

thisiswhymomworries:

thisiswhymomworries:

my parents: don’t worry sweetie you’ll understand when you move out and have a house of your own :)

me, in this economy: a what

my parents: don’t worry sweetie you’ll understand when you get married and have a husband :)

me, a known gay: a what

my parents: don’t worry sweetie you’ll understand when you start a family and have your first baby :)

me, an asexual: A WHAT

my parents: our little girl is growing into a woman!
me, a nonbinary: a what

my parents: our boy is growing into a strong man
me, a nonbinary: a what

my parents: can you tell us the SI unit of power, equivalent to one joule per second, corresponding to the power in an electric circuit in which the potential difference is one volt and the current one ampere? me: a watt

the large man who just obliterated my front door: you’re a wizard harry

me, just harry: a what

(via tallphonse)

semidepressed:

I don’t care what happens to me anymore, I’m exhausted

(via survivor-of-s0ciety-deactivated)

I can’t have friends or lovers. I can’t have kids. I can’t have a job.

Not sure if it’s an is or an ought problem but it’s definitely a problem.

I can’t stay that alone daily for the rest of my life. I must work if I wanna eat.

But I can’t. I either leave or get abandoned or rejected.

I’m not interested in “producing” riches for an already rich person.

I don’t wanna spend my time trying to figure out if you think what you say and say what you think.

I’m not interested in playing a role at work, staying polite with racist and sexist colleagues.

I’m not interested in trying to be a thinker, a philosopher or an artist because I don’t fit what they think I am or should be. I’m tired of art remaining an elitist area, used to continue domination.

I’m tired of people saying they’re realistic when they’re just inhumane. I’m tired of people saying they have a heart when their hearts are in their imaginary wallets.

It’s got to the point I can no longer stand other people’s presence when I don’t know them.

bpdmemes:

Remember when you had energy to do things? Those were some wild times

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(via elglosario)

fairycosmos:

if i’m distant it’s because i hate myself not because i hate you

(via bpdroses-deactivated20180617)