Like There Comes A Point Where You Think Something Is Fundamentally Wrong With You. And Then It Turns

You know what I think is really cool about language (English in this case)? It’s the way you can express “I don’t know” without opening your mouth. All you have to do is hum a low note, a high note, then another lower note. The same goes for yes and no. Does anyone know what this is called?

meow btw. also merp. purr even.

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even if you only reblog, that’s enough

i was debating on whether or not i should post this on tumblr but seeing as there haven’t been posts about this yet, here it is. i’m exposing my real location and nationality but it doesn’t matter.

if you have been active on twitter, you may already know #savemyanmar is trending. long story short, there has been a military coup. several nations have released statements but i want to share insight on what’s happening in the country.

memes about a coup have been circulating around for a couple days and when i slept at 2 am last night, we were still under the rule of the National League for Democracy (NLD). while they are not technically democratic, they are the closest we’ve got. when my mother woke up at 6 this morning, she was notified that the country was now under the rule of the military.

banks services are no longer available. wifi was cut at around 7-8. some people got wifi again earlier but many got it barely thirty minutes ago. this is bad for businesses especially ones that require international communications. additionally, international students like myself are experiencing anxiety; how do we pay for and attend classes if we’re not sure wifi is a given?

myanmar has a long, complicated history with military governments. the last time the military went into rule was in 1962 and only stopped in 2011, following the 2010 elections. there was a huge protest in 1988 lead by students that resulted in lots of death. during the military junta, resources like rice, water, oil, were scarce. the gist is military rule is bad for us.

all of my followers are not myanmar citizens, i’m sure but as part of the international community, please help us. here is a petition that you can sign (although i’m not sure if that can do much). there may be protests in front of myanmar embassies so look out for those. most of all, please help spread awareness. 

the people here are coping with dark humor, primarily in the form of memes but we don’t know how long this rule will last, even though the official statement said only a year. here’s something that pretty much sums up our coping mechanism:

again, even a reblog helps

New York City ballet production of Midsummer Nights Dream

✧your local dumbass✧

4chan is at it fucking again

4chan is at it fucking again tw: transphobia and slurs v

🟥 and 🟧⬛️ are now apparently being used by TERFs, as well as this horseshit. Supergay/superstraight/superlesbian/superbi just means “transphobe”, heads up

Happy Halloween! Here’s a silly and slightly spoOOooky magicstone doodle comic to celebrate! The other one is still WIP but this idea jumped me and, uh, well, it’s done now! So here you go :D

Read the whole thing full size here on my website, or the rest is right here!

Best read in new tags or at least full size bc tumblr makes things crunchy… hope you like it anyway!

this is the best thing i’ve painted in my entire life

one day you think: I want to die. and then you think, very quietly: actually. actually. I think I want a coffee. a nap. a sandwich. a book. and I want to die turns day by day into want to go home, I want to walk in the woods, I want to see my friend, I want to sit in the sun, I want a cleaner kitchen, I want a better job, I want to live somewhere else. I want to live.

- via duckbunny

I'm fairly new to rebloging so I hope it's okay I'm adding to your post.

I just wanna share my experience with top surgery and having doubts before hand:

I started working towards getting top surgery when I was around 18 and because I was still in school and live (plus the fact this shit just tends to take forever) I only slowly got everything together for the surgery.

That meant I started the process 4 years before my actual surgery date. When I started I was fairly sure but the closer I got to the surgery the more doubts started to occupy my brain. I had a lot of therapy in the meantime and started liking myself more, which is good. However it unfortunately had the negative side effect of a part of me using this as an argument against top surgery. Because if I can learn to like myself I can learn to be okay with my boobs right?

I still don't think that's wrong, I think that yes I could have learned to be okay, be neutral towards my boobs instead of the major dislike that fueled my decision 4 years prior to walk down this path.

However despite that argument I decided to stick with my decision and get top surgery. And let me tell you: I'm so glad I did.

Because after nearly 8 months I can say with no doubt it was the right decision for me. It was the right decision not because I couldn't have accepted my boobs at some point but because without them I'm happy in a way I didn't know I could be with my body.

I look in the mirror and I get this happy giddy feeling in my stomach of seeing myself in a normal ass T-shirt but flat. I am overjoyed at dressing up fancy because it means I get to wear all the cool dress shirts I aquired over the years that finally look exactly how I also wanted them to look like.

Even my friends and family told me that the way I look makes more sense kinda. Like I look more like myself than before. Which yeah I do because I didn't feel comfortable with my boobs but also because even if I would have been alright with them I would never felt as enthusiastic about them as I do about my flat chest!

Having had top surgery made me happy and feel home in my body in a way that I didn't fully grasp beforehand. And I am so happy I stuck with my decision and didn't let the doubts get to me ^^

the good news is this *probably* won’t actually push back my timeline for top surgery, but I still let myself have a little tantrum about it because we respect all feelings in this house