Owensarrows - OwensArrows

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One season a year, I turn into a wet sock and my skin feels like it's on fire.

Hey, I saw your post about punk recommendations for an emo metalhead, and I’m not a member of that tumblr community so I couldn’t comment. But as someone who enjoys emo, punk, and metal I think you’d like Jeff Rosenstock and associated works (Bomb the Music Industry, Arrogant Sons of Bitches, etc)

Hi, thank you so much ! Greatly appreciate the recommendations :)

“Jerusalemite prisoner Amani Hashem, a mother of two, returns home to her family and loved ones. She has been jailed since 2016; occupation forces erected a virtual siege on her family home today, including invading and seizing the baked goods prepared to welcome her.”

24 Nov 23 via RNN

i feel like one of the weirdest realizations you (or at least i) eventually have a few years into transitioning and being mostly around other trans people, is that moment where u notice that like ur brains mapping of like specific voices to specific genders is just kinda gone. like it rly is just all social constructs programmed into u by society, and living outside societies idea of gender just kinda melts that shit away, and it's not just voices, like other traditionally gendered attributes also suddenly don't matter anymore*

*except for myself of course, i am obviously totally failing at being a girl but everyone is doing it perfectly, dysphoria is so awesome lmao

For the love of G-d, HP fans, we are begging, please read a different series.

The money you're giving her, that you're pretending is harmless and okay, is being used to fund movements to strip trans people of their legal rights. Period.

There is no more excuse.

i want to go to the beach with him and build sand castles and splash him with water and have a picnic on the beach and laugh

"I wish we met sooner" is such a gentle sentiment. I love you so much I not only want you in my future, but in my past too. I want to have known you when we were small stupid kids, have held hands together as we played outside. I want to have stressed out over exams together, nudging a mug of still steaming hot chocolate against your elbow to get you to focus. I want to have told you I love you before I did anyone else. I want to have held you in my arms when all those sad memories you describe to me were still fresh wounds. I want my past to have been full of you, and full of meaningful memories with you. I want my past lives to have been spent with you, whether as two lovers, or two housecats cuddling by the fireplace on a snowy day, or two flowers that just happened to bloom on the same day, next to each other. I want to have consumed your existence and intertwined it with my own since my birth, never to be separated from you for a moment. I want to have loved you throughout it all, for all time.

The brain is an organ. Mental illnesses are illnesses of that organ. Brain scans show that there is a physical difference between a healthy brain and a sick brain. Telling someone “You’re not really sick. It’s all in your head.” is like telling someone with asthma “It’s not real, it’s all in your lungs.” The brain is an organ that can malfunction as much as any other organ.