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love when he said this, on the show

#ayyy I get incrediblessss

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Things my brother has said to me since I’ve come out

Bro: You can’t say you’re pan if you’ve only dated cis-boys Jess..

Me: Then you can’t say you’re straight since you’ve never had a girlfriend

Bro: touche…

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Bro: so you like girls?

Me: yep

Bro: so youre gonna get a girlfriend?

Me: maybe

Bro: NOW I GOTTA COMPETE AGAINST YOU TOO?? 

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Bro: wanna bet on who kisses a girl first?

Me: sure… $10?

Bro: okay

Me: sweet…cough up the money because i already kissed three

Bro: WHAT?? WHO?? you whore…No but seriously who because we only have like 2 lesbians in our school….

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Bro: I SWEAR TO GOD IF I HEAR ONE MORE PUN ABOUT YOU AND KITCHENWEAR IM KILLING YOU

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Brothers friend: so your sister is pan?

Bro: yeah?

Friend: what’s that?

Bro: basically she’ll date anyone

Friend: think she’ll date me?

Bro: ew no, dude she has standered still..

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Bro: so…how was narnia?

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Mother: i dont want you going to (insert friend)’s house because you’re pan and they are too

Bro: shes 18 mom AND you had no problem with it before jess was out

Mother: yeah but-

Bro: and they’re both girls so its not like even if something DID happen she wouldn’t get pregnant or anything

Mother: yeah but-

Bro: just let her hang out with the one friend she still has

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Bro: *is complaning about something* Thats so ga- OH MY GOD IM SO SORRY IT SLIPPED

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Bro: *shows me a picture of a girl* do you think shes hot?

Me: ew no

Bro: I AM TRYING TO GET YOU A GIRLFRIEND STOP BEING PICKY WOMAN WE LIVE IN THE MIDDLE OF NO WHERE THERE ARENT THAT MANY OPTIONS 

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Me: *is complaining to my brother about this dude on campus* -anyways hes so not my type

Mother: but youre pan and ‘youre attracted to everyone regardless of gender’ so you dont have a type

Bro: thats like saying because i’m straight i like every girl mom…she can be pan and have types you limp lettuce

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Bro: do you think grandma will freak out when she finds out you’re queer?

Me: hopefully

Bro: sweet…..can i tell her??

Me: no?

Bro: dammit…

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Bro: *is playing COD online in his room* Guys seriously stop saying the F slur

Bro: Seriously i dont care about your kill streak, i will shoot you

Bro: NO SCOPE! I warned you!

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Bro: you know what my favorite part of you being pan is?

Me: what?

Bro: you’re no longer grandmas favorite…now i get all the money/food

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Bro: aw fuck

Me: what?

Bro: what if you get a girlfriend one day and she breaks your heart? i can’t punch a girl! 

Me: no thats okay-

Bro: HOW WILL I DEFEND YOUR HONOR???

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You try not to poke your eye and hope for the best-

how the FUCK do u draw on your waterline im

#idk man I try and it sometimes looks semi decent?? #but then my eyes hate me and go like no take this off

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Asma this was so sweet and cute and just ahhhhhh💙💙💙

Isn't it beautiful being in love with small things

Novelty: a word I didn't know the meaning of until a conversation with a friend. She lived near the ocean and I said, "You are very lucky to get to see that every day." And she said, "The novelty wears off though." I remember I had to google the word. I had thought of the river near our house that we had started to go along walks to. I had thought, "I don't want the novelty to wear off." So we went on walks and every day there would be something beautiful. The wind would be pleasant. The sunset would be especially crimson. We would see a pretty bird. Days turned to weeks turned to months turned to years, the excitement of seeing the water for the first time wore off, no question, but the happiness stayed and I thought, "Isn't it beautiful being in love with small things."

It's the same with everything. As kids we'd stare at clouds endlessly trying to make shapes and trying harder to make others see them, and still sometimes when I see a particular shape I get excited. Sometimes the clouds would be bright and fluffy so I stare at them. Sometimes they would be shades of red like fire so I stare at them. Sometimes they would just be normal like every other day but there's beauty in everyday things too. I remember standing in our garden looking up at them once and my grandma said, "You look crazy like that." I thought, "I am. I'm crazy about the sky."

Me and my brother would sit on the roof of the car for over an hour at night gazing at the stars. I remember my uncles scolding us and saying, "What'll people think seeing you like that?" I thought, "I don't wanna waste this moment wondering that."

I remember when I felt our cat's kittens in her belly for the first time. I was stunned, both at the experience and the fact that she let me do that. I thought, "Isn't it wonderful to be trusted by her?" Slowly it became a routine to pet her belly and feel them. Everytime I would still think, "Isn't it wonderful to be trusted by her?"

I remember the first time I saw the kittens. I was an incoherent rambling mess. I couldn't believe it. I thought, "This feels like a dream." Now they are three months old, they are a part of my life and routine. I still look at them and think, "This feels like a dream."

I remember the first time they slept on my lap, I was frozen and took a hundred pics. It was a milestone I wanted to mark. I screamed to my friends about it. Now Luna's favorite spot has become snuggled against my cheek. I still freeze, I still take a hundred pics. I still tell my friends about it. Some say, "You're obsessed with them." I think, "I am. I'm in love with them."

I remember the first time I wrote a story. I remember the satisfaction of finishing those mere three pages. I remember the joy at someone saying it was good. I thought, "I wish I could do this forever." I still feel that satisfaction every time I finish writing something. I still feel that pure joy when someone likes it. I think, "I want to do this forever."

I remember eagerly waiting for my English book in middle school and opening it to read all the stories. I remember that excitement of finding a different world in those pages. Some said, "You're a bookworm." I thought, "Yes. If I could live in them, I would."

Now I eagerly wait for new books to be released or stories to be updated by my friends. Now I have worlds upon worlds in my head. Now I have people who share that world with me. Now I have people who explore those worlds with me. Now I have people who gush over those worlds and the characters in it with me. Some people say, "How can you be so engrossed with something that isn’t even real?" I think, "It doesn’t need to be real for me to love it."

Now I have people like me. People who get excited about the little things, people who find happiness in those little things, people who cherish those little things and make them and the world even better.

The novelty wears off; an inevitable truth. The novelty of everything does wear off. You won't ever look at something the way you did the first time. But the happiness and excitement it gives us doesn't need to, not if we'll still find it every day.

I still run after butterflies to get just a glimpse of them, I still stop in the middle of a path to admire a beautiful flower, I still try to pet sheep when I see them during our walks. Some say, "It's childish." I think, "I don't ever want to lose this childlike wonder."

#friend writing #talented friends #lovely people

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what if people made human versions of iconic tumblr posts and shipped them

no. no no no

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#she probably blocked you because you called the state cali 🤷🏾‍♀️

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#^^^^^^ #yes that #absolutely #tell me #like dont not tell me #plEase saY soMethiNg

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American movie be like

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who even are you. like what did you write

I have no idea. Let me see if anyone else in this ask place knows.

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Welp- this used to be an HP blog but ngl that fandom is problematic af and it’s time I made my exit. I probably won’t post much on here but I’ll always be grateful for the friends I made here💙

#yeah it was just time to go #I’ll probably just reblog things

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why do black people use you in the wrong context? such is "you ugly" instead of "you're ugly" I know u guys can differentiate, it's a nuisance

you a bitch

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No no y’all ain’t wrong. It was good and her writing style is beautiful but it took me forever to read because it’s boring. Not to mention me being a big ass mythology nerd so I already knew the ending and was like,, meh. And then last like hundred pages bored me too tears ngl-

Oh and lovely url change💙

1. Love the new url omg

2. FINALLY SOMEONE ELSE GETS MY DISINTEREST IN TSOA. Oh my god. Madeline Miller’s writing style is beautiful but I just. Can’t read it. I’ve tried like three times

right!! the beginning was good but after like 80 pages it was just so boring. no action, no interesting dialogue, just pretty words and vibes. i don’t get the hype at all

#fr tho it’s good but it ain’t worth all the hype #call me if you wanna scream about rwarb #now there’s a book worth talking about

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man, teenaged girls aren’t allowed to have a genuine interest in anything without being ridiculed for it. if a girl likes ugg boots and starbucks she’s stupid and stereotypical, but if she likes combat boots and obscure coffee houses she’s a hipster wannabe and is trying too hard. if a girl listens to boy bands and other popular artists she’s a dumb follower, if she reads comics or plays video games she’s a poser/fake geek girl, if she likes sex she’s a slut but if she doesn’t like sex she’s a prude, if she wears makeup she’s fake but if she doesn’t wear makeup she’s a slob, if she has low self-esteem she needs to learn to love herself but if she has high self-esteem she’s overconfident and vain, if she’s interested in politics she’s a crazy social justice warrior but if she prefers to stay out of social matters she’s a dumb airhead. girls are literally mocked for every single thing they like or do, no matter what those things are, and i’m really really sick of it.

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GUYS READ ALL OF THIS PLEASE PLEASE PL–

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When Tumblr goes premium let’s all use one account like netflix