"When I was pregnant with you, this old, homeless, dirty gipsy woman on the lower east side of Manhattan stopped me in the street to tell me that I was having a boy because of how low my stomach was hanging. When I gave birth to a girl, I tried to find the old beggar to tell her that she was wrong & I gave birth to a beautiful girl. 21 years later, I need to go back, find that smelly snaggle toothed troll & tell her she was right all along" - My mother’s words on me being transgender.
tumblr is kind of an unhealthy environment to be in sometimes because often it’s so black and white
either you’re right, and you’re an amazing god worthy of praise, or you’re wrong, and you’re a horrible monster who deserves to die
i just saw a post that said that if you don’t understand how minimum wage and art commissions work, then you’re “the worst kind of garbage shit trash”. like… after a certain point it’s time to calm down