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So I think I have an anxiety disorder, probably coupled with depression. Woo-hoo. So I guess it would be good to find out what exactly I have, and therapy and/or treatment would be awesome, except for the fact that I’m poor and couldn’t afford therapy or medication unless it happened to be totally covered by insurance. But man, it would be really great to no longer experience crazy bouts of irrational worries, or that classic sense of doom over the future, or panic attacks, or paralyzing fears, or being afraid of the dark, or panicking over the thought of someday losing my parents, or my intense dread of getting pregnant despite being on birth control and extremely meticulous about it, or sometimes feeling as though everything has been a mistake and I should just leave my life and friends and family behind and live alone in Oregon, or unwanted flashbacks to everything I most want to forget, and fearing that somehow people will find out about whatever bad things I did as a child and come for me and throw me in jail and my life will be over. You get the idea. These are probably not normal, healthy things. :P

So today I decided to look out the window when there was that odd scratching sound at the door and discovered that the neighbor kids are running around and scraping our door with sticks. Why? I didn’t scrape other people’s doors when I was a kid. I am tempted to just open the door next time and casually ask if they need something, since they’re ‘knocking’ and all. :P


Hey my people, I just wanted to let you all know that I am on a journey in growing more intersectional with my feminism. I enjoy a lot of privilege, being white, cis (mostly), heterosexual (I think), and skinny. I am learning and growing, but I want to apologize, both for anything I have said and anything I might say in the future that is racist, transphobic, homophobic, fat phobic, ableist, etc. It is never my intention to do so, but I know I’ve made mistakes, and I probably will make more. Tumblr has provided me with perspectives and insights I might never have otherwise heard, and for that I am thankful. The more I learn, the more humbled I am, and I hope that I never think I know it all, or that I understand everyone.
Feminism needs you, whatever your sexual or romantic orientation, whether you experience sexual attraction at all, whether you were DFAB or DMAB or a combination of the two or neither, whatever your culture or your country, whatever the color of your skin, whatever your income level, your education, your intelligence, your ability, your size, etc. You matter just as much as anyone else. May I never forget that. Let us fight for our rights, together or apart, wherever we are. Let us fight for each other.




it’s not your job to entertain him by sending him nudes

it’s not your job to satisfy him sexually because he’s horny

you are not required to do anything that makes you feel uncomfortable or that you don’t want to do

don’t be scared of “losing him”

he most likely wasn’t anything worth keeping

Girls need to be taught this from such an early age.

a boner is not a medical condition. you are under no obligation to do anything.

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