Heirarchy Of Needs

Heirarchy of needs

I must not cringe. Cringe is the mind-killer. Cringe is the little death that brings total obliteration. I will face my cringe. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. When the cringe has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain. 

starting fights with everyone i meet in an attempt to squeeze in an enemies to lovers arc before valentine’s day

i know i wouldnt survive in an austen novel because someone would be britishly, discretely rude to me and i would be completely unable to restrain myself from calling them a cunt to their face

I don't care about convincing every cis person to drop their prejudices against trans people I care about taking away their power and ability to act on those prejudices in ways that harm us

The Exandria DMs talking about the shit their partners put up with bc they're obsessed with worldbuilding is hilarious. The idea of brennan lee mulligan standing in his kitchen, in the dark, holding a half filled thing of half and half, staring into the middle distance and thinking about dnd is the funniest thing I've heard in a while