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justaunicornboy · 4 years
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#sunflower
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justaunicornboy · 4 years
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my parents are kinda toxic.
i cleaned four rooms and our stairs, additionally i scrubbed the stairs and three of the rooms.
my parents didn't acknowledge it.
my parents didn't thank me.
my dad walked through the freshly scrubbed rooms
my mom originally wanted to clean with me together.
they already criticized the way i put away the cleaning equipment, what was uncalled for because i put them away correctly.
and i already know that my mom will critique my work harshly.
update: she thanked me alot because she wanted to cover up that she didn't buy vegan milk for me.
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justaunicornboy · 4 years
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news
omg
this bitch here might be on testosterone soon
omg
yey
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justaunicornboy · 4 years
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Black people are so tired. 😓
We can’t go jogging (#AmaudArbery).
We can’t relax in the comfort of our own homes (#BothemJean and #AtatianaJefferson).
We can't ask for help after being in a car crash (#JonathanFerrell and #RenishaMcBride).
We can't have a cellphone (#StephonClark).
We can't leave a party to get to safety (#JordanEdwards).
We can't play loud music (#JordanDavis).
We can’t sell CD's (#AltonSterling).
We can’t sleep (#AiyanaJones)
We can’t walk from the corner store (#MikeBrown).
We can’t play cops and robbers (#TamirRice).
We can’t go to church (#Charleston9).
We can’t walk home with Skittles (#TrayvonMartin).
We can’t hold a hair brush while leaving our own bachelor party (#SeanBell).
We can’t party on New Years (#OscarGrant).
We can’t get a normal traffic ticket (#SandraBland).
We can’t lawfully carry a weapon (#PhilandoCastile).
We can't break down on a public road with car problems (#CoreyJones).
We can’t shop at Walmart (#JohnCrawford) .
We can’t have a disabled vehicle (#TerrenceCrutcher).
We can’t read a book in our own car (#Keith Scott).
We can’t be a 10yr old walking with our grandfather (#CliffordGlover).
We can’t decorate for a party (#ClaudeReese).
We can’t ask a cop a question (#RandyEvans).
We can’t cash our check in peace (#YvonneSmallwood).
We can’t take out our wallet (#AmadouDiallo).
We can’t run (#WalterScott).
We can’t breathe (#EricGarner).
We can’t live (#FreddieGray).
We’re tired.
Tired of making hashtags.
Tired of trying to convince you that our #BlackLivesMatter too.
Tired of dying.
Tired.
Tired.
Tired.
So very tired.
When will it stop?
-Author Unknown
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justaunicornboy · 4 years
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If you are outside India, I am practically begging you to reblog this
Last week India passed a blatantly anti-Muslim law that seeks to naturalise millions of immigrants, except if they are Muslims.
In August of this year, India revoked the autonomous status of the Kashmir region, putting a communication blackout on the state. Kashmir has entered the fifth month of no internet and heaviest militarisation of any region in the world.
India is a secular, socialist republic. This bill is anti-constitutional and against the principles on which the country was founded
Naturally, there have been protests across the country. At the forefront of the protests are students from India's public universities.
Police opened fire on peaceful protestors in Jamia Milia Islamia University in Delhi, and Aligarh Muslim University in Uttar Pradesh.
Ever since then, the ruling fascist Hindu nationalist political party, the BJP, has been doctoring videos and sending fake news all over the internet, discrediting protestors and labelling them as terrorists
India has already seen too much religious violence, please please signal boost this, call your representatives, make them aware, get them to make statements. The only thing India and its dictator Modi care about is its image abroad
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justaunicornboy · 4 years
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A spell of personal reflection
You will need: a room and yourself.
Directions:
Go sit in a corner
Think about what you’ve done. 
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justaunicornboy · 4 years
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sometimes I don't even have the engery to correct my family
when they use the hurtful, wrong words accidentally
is someone out there that can understand my pain
I need help to feel relief at night and don't feel drained
give me them pills I can pop to clear my head from time to time
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justaunicornboy · 4 years
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morning chat with apollo
Apollo: Hey sweetheart, how are you?
Me: It's six o'clock in the morning...can I please sleep?
Apollo: Okay, I'll check on you later.
Me: Thank you.
(five minutes later)
Apollo: How are you?
Me: sighs
Apollo: ...
Me: ...
Apollo: And?
Me: I am good.
Apollo: Glad to hear. Stay save and stay hydrated. I love you my child.
(he disappears)
Me: I know, but please let me sleep next time!
Apollo: laughs in the distance
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justaunicornboy · 4 years
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present
Hades is sad
Hermes is walking around
Apollo is just vibing
Dionysus just told a joke
Four greek gods are present in my room
But although i love them all
They all mean a lot to me
Dearest to me will always be whom you know as Satan
Luzifer constantly has my back no matter how bad i feel
He is the one that is reaching out to me most
Checking on my at least once in the week
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justaunicornboy · 4 years
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assaulted
i am 18. i am trans. i am a survivor.
i was sexually assaulted multiple times. i wanna talk about it, because it has to be done.
the first time was when i was 8, i was a child. he was my grandmas brother. he was (still is) a drunk asshole that makes everybody around him uncomfortable due this self-centred, egoistic and narcissistic behaviour. he forced me on his lap. he touched me in way that made me feel very uncomfortable. he made inappropriate comments. i told my mom. i don’t have to be in a room with him on my own anymore, neither my sisters. i haven’t seen him in two years. 
the second time i was 14. i was a naive teen. he was 16 and a childhood friend of me and my sisters. he lives in the same village and we grew up together. it started as a game. he went further.  he started hugging me. he started forcing me on his lap. i could feel his erection. he petted me. he force kissed me. i never gave my consent. i never told anybody. i don’t have contact to him anymore. i just blocked his contact on my phone recently. i am free of im now. 
the last time was last summer. i was 17. it most the most terrifying situation of them all. i visited my best friend on my own. it was a long drive due to him living across the country. i went by train. it was the last train i was on. it was darkish outside. i set on my place and this dude in his 50ties placed himself across me. he looked at me “like i am his next snack” as i wrote my best friend. the next thing i remember was this filthy dudes hand on my waist. “up for some fun?” his voice scared me even more. i could’t move. i could’t think. i was frozen. i don’t know what would have happened if this random person would have walked passed us. the dude let go of my waist and disappeared. i never told anyone about this until i met my current partner.
i survived. i still have scares, sometimes i can’t be touched without being scared again. i sometimes feel worthless and deserved it. i can’t handle people near me. but it gets better.
please stay save. if something like this happens to you talk about it with someone you trust. you can talk to me. please don’t be silent about it. speak out. let us make a difference. let us end this. 
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justaunicornboy · 4 years
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coming out and testing labels
i was 14 when i told my parents that i am pansexual, they were totally fine with it.
i was 15 when i hinted that i am not within the binar gender spectrum. 
i was 16 when i came out as gender fluid to my parents and started using a different name. i also started testing out different pronouns with my best friend.
with 16 i realised that i am polyamerous. only my current partner knows. 
with 17 i started presenting myself as male on the internet. started to realise that i am male.
with 17 i came out as gender fluid to my classmates. the name i used at home was transferred into my school life.
with 18 i had my first bf, he never understood my struggles, demanded me to present female, was emotionally manipulative. he helped me realise that i am indeed male. as much as i hate him, he also was big help in the process of finding myself.
with 18 i bought my first binder, but i have been binding since i am 12 (sports bra method). the day my binders arrived i came out to my parents. they were shook.
with 18 i met my partner, he is the most supportive and awesome person i ever met. i love him so much. 
i am still 18. a lot has happened. but i can say one thing: i am in a better place.
it is okay to test labels. it is okay to test names. it is okay to not come out. it is okay. you're valid, you're beautiful, you're strong.
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justaunicornboy · 4 years
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stuff my family says
Grandpa: I saw your birth certificate and there you are a female with dead name. I will address you like that until it is changed.
Mom: You loved wearing dresses as a child. You can't be trans.
Mom: You are just scared of societies standards for woman.
Mom: You had long hair as a child. You can't be trans.
Mom: YoU wIlL aLwAyS bE mY dAuGhTeR.
Mom: You have never been with a woman so you don't know what you are yet.
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