"Don’t say you hate your fam-" No.
"Omg you should love your fami-" No.
"Be grateful they’re your famil-" No.
If you have been bullied, hit, teased, put down, hurt, lied to, or hated by your own family; you don’t need to justify how you feel. You don’t need to explain yourself. You are allowed to hate a family member or dislike a family member if they’ve given you a reason to.
This is so fucking important.
The family unit is only important in a survivalist state of existence. Once you’re not longer fighting to survive, you need to find people who support you spiritually and emotionally, and they can be anyone on the planet.
i hate when you voluntarily tell your parents some information about your life because you think you can trust them and then they bitch at you for it like congrats you have guaranteed that i will never tell you anything ever again
and then you do it again because deep in your heart you hope they may change because you’re their child but they keep doing that over and over again
And what’s funny is they get all confused and hurt when you don’t want to talk to them.
if you say you support ‘a woman’s right to not shave’ you should also be:
- supportive of women who grow hair in places other than their legs and underarms, no matter for the cause of this
- supportive of trans women to affirm they don’t need to get rid of every body hair to qualify as feminine
or else your support is pointless really
How to like problematic things
4 things I no longer believe about Costume/Cosplay
It needs to be ALL YOUR WORK
We all have varying levels of skills. Not all of us can forge swords, sculpt wigs, or sew elaborate cupcake dresses. Not all of us can CARRY swords or WEAR wigs or ROCK elaborate cupcake dresses. So, if a cosplayer commissions a costume? That is AWESOME! Commissions support an artist, and wearing them does exactly what the art is meant to do - go out and be STUNNING!
It needs to be 100% SERIOUS BUSINESS
Secret: I love the outtakes almost as much as I love my serious photos. Remember, we are supposed to be having FUN! :D
It needs to be SUPER FANCY
There were many, many gorgeous costumes at Katsucon. But you know one of the ones that made me HAPPIEST? It was these guys.
Bulk and Skull from Power Rangers. Simple outfits. Silly signs. Still - this is my childhood, and they made me laugh. Really, really hard.
It needs to be PERFECT
There’s always something we would like to change. Maybe you’re a beginner. Maybe a monster snowstorm delayed your wig shipment. Or maybe you JUST didn’t have time to hand-crochet that armor from Episode 317.
What matters is you SHOWED UP, and you wore it, and you made the memories. And that my friends? That’s pretty great.
What about you? What did you used to believe? It’s always okay to change your mind! Reblog/ comment and share!
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THIS. ALL OF THIS.
And I’d like to add:
Cosplay is a competition.
By competition, I don’t mean cosplay contests or anything like that. I mean that tiny part of my brain that looks at other people’s costumes and whispers to me that I’m no good compared to other cosplayers. It’s that voice that makes me want to give up cosplaying because it tells me if I can’t be the really good, then I shouldn’t try. That’s a bad kind of competition. Likewise, that little voice that sometimes tells me I’m better that other cosplayers is also super problematic. It’s a voice that judges unnecessarily and that pretends to make me feel better by pulling other people else down. Judging easily turns into belittling and bullying, of myself and others. And for me, this sucks the fun right out of cosplay.
Things people with Social Anxiety do
•go to the bathroom to escape
•feel very uncomfortable without a phone or some other crutch
•dwell on a small awkward for much longer than necessary
•never go to any social event without a person that makes you feel comfortable
•follow said person way too much
•worry about the person beginning to find you obnoxious
•faking an illness to get out of a social event
My New Years resolution
The atypical version.
It’s not to better myself or get less fat or any of that bullshit.
It’s just to be fucking awesome.
It’s to not get pushed down anymore, by anyone.
It’s to enjoy my life in the most lavish of ways.
I’m done holding back and I’m done with my life just being mediocre.
Fully finished with boring clothing and dull boys.
I want to buy nice things, travel, spend money on tattoos, kick ass in school and make sick art.
So far so good.
Can I just ditto this because it sounds fucking perfect?!
1. Stop faking your fucking orgasms. Society already tells young men that they run the fucking universe - if they can’t turn your cunt into a shooting star then for god’s sake, let them know about it.
2. Once you’ve stopped faking your fucking orgasms, use this newfound honesty throughout the rest of your life - stop ordering coffee you don’t actually like; stop sitting at a desk and allowing people to treat you like shit in the hopes that a meek attitude will earn you a promotion (it won’t); stop telling people they can finish your food when you’re not actually done yet. These may seem petty, but they add up, just like every orgasm you didn’t actually get to have.
3. If you wanna dance all night, dance all fucking night. Dance all night even if you have work in the morning. The worst that will happen is you’ll drink RedBull all day and look like a zombie - pass it off as a head cold to the real zombies you work with and flick through the embarrassing photos you’re being tagged in as you pretend to take a shit for some peace and quiet. I promise, you’ll remember dancing all night in ten years, not the suspicious way your boss looked at you that morning.
4. If your ass looks big in that, that’s a good thing.
5. You will never be as young as you are this second. Embrace it.
6. Embrace the fact that you’re going to get older. Ask your boyfriend if he will still love you when you’re seventy and your tits are down to your knees. Look forward to this time - seventy year old women are allowed to do pretty much whatever they want, and no-one can stop them. You can carry candy in your bag and not share it with a single soul. You can stay home all day and cross-stitch expletives onto handkerchiefs for your grandchildren and slip them under the table out of sight of the people you raised. You can drink whisky at 10am. Every phase of your life is going to be amazing for different reasons. Embrace that.
7. A lot of people will pretend to love Bukowski. Don’t pretend to love Bukowski if you don’t love Bukowski. It’s overplayed and no-one will mind if you actually like Virginia Andrews instead - the people who do mind are boring.—
Some more little life lessons, by Daisy Lola. (via spearmintblonde)