#you are loved
Source:blessthemessy
To all of my lovely Littles who struggle with body issues. You’re sexy, wanted, desired and needed. You rock that body. And that’s an order.
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hey. guess what?
you’re so close to surviving 2020
keep going
i’m so proud of you
Some important reminders ✨
The kind of potion we all need right now
I promise you do
I miss this blog so much. It’s been so hard for me to post with everything going on and I’ve been struggling quite a lot but I really miss posting and interacting with you guys. How have you been? How is everyone doing? How have you guys been coping with everything?
Mental health is so important. Prioritize your personal wellness. Take time to nurture yourself. Don’t do things that you’re not happy with. Don’t rush your healing. Relax. Don’t judge where you’re at or where you think you should be. Just be kind and patient with yourself.
Please take a few minutes to take care of yourself during these horrible times
Sending love and strength to everyone around the world
Two years ago, in honor of Queer Youth Empowerment Month, Coalition for Queer Youth launchedTESTIMONY, an online space for LGBTQ folks all over the world to share our stories, connect and see ourselves and our community reflected.
Today, on National Coming Out Day, we are thinking about ERRIN, who after viewing the July 2012 TESTIMONY exhibit at Leslie-Lohman Museum of Gay and Lesbian Art, added her photo to the visitor wall with a label that read ‘This is my coming out.'
We hope that all who choose to come out today, experience the same sense of safety and understanding that you are part of an incredible, diverse, STRONG community of people and you are LOVED!
♥ ♥ ♥
MAKE YOUR VOICE HEARD as part of TESTIMONY too!
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“And she looked at the moon and asked if this was how life was supposed to be. If it was supposed to be hard and tiring. The moon smiled at the young girl wistfully and sighed. She knew that everything was wrong and she couldn’t fix it except listen to her woes and show up for her almost everyday. She was let down by everyone and would be let down by her as well. But at least she’d see the little stars she’d leave behind to be there for her constantly. It wasn’t enough but she hoped she’d realize that those who cared would always stay or leave things about themselves behind to be remembered by. And that they were never truly gone. And for that moment she shone a little brighter and stayed a little longer to listen to her woes before she disappeared for another day.”
-g.d. (moon and stars)
“I hope to love with the same abundance I choose to read. Endlessly and wildly.”
- g.d
“I told him I was too me to be a part of his world. He smiled and caressed my cheek, his lips hovering over mine as he whispered, “and that’s why I love you so much baby, you’re everything I’ve ever dreamed of.””
- g.d (love me for me)
we are not born to die!! what are you talking about!! do you think a book begins just to finish? do you think a song opens with a beautiful chord just for it to end? you don’t read the book to finish it, you read the book to eat up the excitement and the emotions it evokes!! to learn and to digest and to fall in love and be heartbroken!! you listen to the song to dance and dance and sing your throat raw!!! to cry and smile and swell with the harmonies!! yes, we are born with the inevitable fate of death, we are mortal after all, but that is merely the finale of the play!! the final act, the closing of the curtains - we are not born to take a bow and exit stage left!! we are born to love and be joyous and yell and move and learn and cry and feelfeelfeel!!! we are not born to die, silly, we’re born to live!!!
This is so violently hopeful and uplifting everyone needs to see it
Just a reminder: your weight does not define your worth.
Fat or thin, big or small, you are beautiful,fun,kind, and loved!
You will do just fine. You ALWAYS do!!!!
lovlies, please follow my new blog @love-empowerment
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Since you mention it, I think I will start that race war.
I could’ve swung either way? But now I’m definitely spending
the next 4 years converting your daughters to lesbianism;
I’m gonna eat all your guns. Swallow them lock stock and barrel
and spit bullet casings onto the dinner table;
I’ll give birth to an army of mixed-race babies.
With fathers from every continent and genders to outnumber the stars,
my legion of multiracial babies will be intersectional as fuck
and your swastikas will not be enough to save you,
because real talk, you didn’t stop the future from coming.
You just delayed our coronation.
We have the same deviant haircuts we had yesterday;
we are still getting gay-married like nobody’s business
because it’s still nobody’s business;
there’s a Muslim kid in Kansas who has already written the schematic
for the robot that will steal your job in manufacturing,
and that robot? Will also be gay, so get used to it:
we didn’t manifest the mountain by speaking its name,
the buildings here are not on your side just because
you make them spray-painted accomplices.
These walls do not have genders and they all think you suck.
Even the earth found common cause with us
the way you trample us both,
oh yeah: there will be signs, and rainbow-colored drum circles,
and folks arguing ideology until even I want to punch them
but I won’t, because they’re my family,
in that blood-of-the-covenant sense.
If you’ve never loved someone like that
you cannot outwaltz us, we have all the good dancers anyway.
I’ll confess I don’t know if I’m alive right now;
I haven’t heard my heart beat in days,
I keep holding my breath for the moment the plane goes down
and I have to save enough oxygen to get my friends through.
But I finally found the argument against suicide and it’s us.
We’re the effigies that haunt America’s nights harder
the longer they spend burning us,
we are scaring the shit out of people by spreading,
by refusing to die: what are we but a fire?
We know everything we do is so the kids after us
will be able to follow something towards safety;
what can I call us but lighthouse,
of course I’m terrified. Of course I’m a shroud.
And of course it’s not fair but rest assured,
anxious America, you brought your fists to a glitter fight.
This is a taco truck rally and all you have is cole slaw.
You cannot deport our minds; we won’t
hold funerals for our potential. We have always been
what makes America great.-e.c.c.
