jade-is-tired
it's all a bit difficult
Jade, she/her. 18y/o trans woman. Happier than I was a year ago.
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do you think average tongue dexterity will improve over time as a result of selection pressures influenced by the effectiveness of cunnilingus
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JANELLE MONÁE photographed by MASON ROSE (Halloween 2023)
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You’re stupid
i’m sorry
i’m sorry
*puts on my sadness hat*
fuuuuuuck
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something that pisses me off about this site and the way people talk in general is when someone knows that saying what they want to say would piss people off so they intentionally make it vague so you dont know what the fuck they are talking about
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love when I find one of the best albums I've heard in my life and it's the only album the artist has ever released
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wrote a thing to prove to myself I can still create art when I don't feel like shit 24/7
I am crying, and yet briefly I pause
and realize even tears feel better than before.
I am hormonally irrational;
re-pubescent frustrations take hold
opportunistically. But
it is a different kind of hurt:
the right kind of hurt,
the kind I would have felt then
if the world was fair.
I am angry, but
it does not simmer for
weeks months years, building pressure
endlessly hopelessly until
it erupts and is gone and is replaced
by this new anger,
this right kind of anger,
which pushes through me in
seconds minutes days, finding release
and dissipating.
I am upset, but
it does not tear me apart;
it is not constant. It is
unpleasant and powerful,
but it is not something
to hold onto; I have been broken
by worse and I am content
to sob over a rain check on movie night
because I know I will be over it in the morning.
Though my grief is no duller, and
is still that heavy stone in
the pit of my stomach,
my grief is not regret; my grief
is the fear of losing what I have now.
In tears I find catharsis; but
it is a feebler catharsis, for
that thing feeds on turmoil, and
now there is less left to satisfy.
I am happy;
I am angry;
I am upset;
I am grieving;
and I can allow myself to be all those things
fully and completely
knowing that it no longer consumes me.
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lmao at house convincing a judge he (meaning the judge) has an undiagnosed heart condition to get out of an assault charge for breaking a DNR
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