an animal not wanting me petting it hurts more than any anon ever could
Go to your nearest target. Buy a two pack of pushup bras (24$ for 2), and target’s bra inserts (12$). Then go to your nearest Walmart and buy the Vasserette Control Shapewear Panties (2.50 each), they do wonders for helping your tuck. There you go! You just saved yourself a lot of money, you can afford to buy enough to wear every day, and best of all you look fabulous. -@twidx
recs for trans women are so rare on tumblr!! spread this, people.
Somebody once told me something about macaroni
who am i? where am i going? why am i here?
im going through a midlife identity crisis and you force me to realize my haircut looks almost like deans and now im so upset
My mom said I look like a boy with this haircut and she hates it but what she doesn’t understand is id literally give my left arm to look androgynous enough to pass as a boy lmao
oh my godddddd there is a new swedish reality tv show where they are tracking down internet trolls and confronting them about the death threats they’ve sent to people, since it’s actually illegal.
watching them try to explain how it’s not them is the best entertainment i’ve ever seen.
this episode ended with them fining him 5000 SEK to be paid to the victim!
guess what America should do
Okay. I’ve got some strong feelings on this shit, but instead of yelling and cussing, let me slap down a lil somethin ok
Anxiety is knowing all of your over-thinking and negative thoughts are totally irrational, but you can’t do anything to change it
Anxiety is staying up all night worrying about meetings or interviews, or spending an hour staring at a phone trying to psyche yourself into picking it up and dial. Anxiety is walking down the street and feeling like everyone around you is staring and judging you. They know you’re scared, and they think you’re pathetic. You dread running into someone you know because you’ll be forced to say, “hello” and you’ll probably make a fool out of yourself, just like you always do.
You know you’re fiddling with your fingers, or touching your hair, or shuffling from one foot to the other. You’re over-aware of your facial expressions, your movements, and your tone of voice. “Am I breathing too loudly? My voice was too weak, did they hear me? Should I say it again and sound stupid? Did I already sound stupid? I should quit while I’m ahead, I need to get out of the situation, I need to get away. Why can’t I just do things like everyone else?” You feel different, you feel like you’re alone and no one else has to deal with these thoughts and feelings.
Everyone has moments of nervousness and/or anxiety, sure. But having actual anxiety (social anxiety in this case), is totally different. It doesn’t go away, it follows you with any/everything you do ever. It’s always in the back of your mind, and it ruins everything. So yeah, it’s a really big fucking deal.
Why do people romanticize anxiety???? Why??????? There’s nothing cute about it?????