emmett

when i say i hate cops i mean your cop family member specifically

I hate how a woman having body hair is immediately seen as this like political statement or that she’s gnc or whatever like girl wtf it’s just the natural state of her being

i just really wish everything was okay for trans girls forever

i just really wish

everything was okay for

trans girls forever

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

I think one of the hardest things I’ve had to learn is that the beginning of love tells you very little about what kind of partner someone will be.

It’s easy to love someone when they’re still new to you. When everything is exciting, when you’re both showing each other your softest edges, when there hasn’t been enough time for disappointment to settle in.

The real test comes later.

When the person you love becomes complicated.

When they’re sick.

When they’re struggling.

When they disappoint you.

When you see their flaws clearly and they see yours.

When life stops being romantic and starts requiring patience, compromise, forgiveness and repair.

Because when I love someone, their imperfections don’t automatically subtract from that love.

I can be angry with you.

I can be disappointed in you.

I can be frustrated with you.

I can question whether we’re compatible.

I can dislike something you did and still love the person standing in front of me.

Love, to me, was never about finding someone who remained exactly as I imagined them in the beginning.

It was about seeing the whole person once the idealized version disappeared and deciding whether we could grow through what remained.

Of course there are limits. Love should never require you to abandon yourself or stay somewhere that continually hurts you.

But I’ve realized I don’t want a love whose first response to imperfection is emotional withdrawal.

I want the kind that can survive being human.

Because anyone can adore the beautiful beginning.

I want someone who still knows how to love me when I am complicated, imperfect, frightened, struggling, and no longer new.

And I want to love them the same way.

i think it's poetic that my partner reblogged this right before comforting me from a meltdown

this is gospel to me

I will create a beautiful life no matter what

the woke left: mathematics is kinda nonbinary because there are more than two numbers

real, conservative americans: math is only two numbers

1 million numbers and 1 million more

do you guys still like me

no, i love you

i love you too

do you think in the 1910/1920s people were getting in trouble for joking like "we just hit the iceberg..." and "this is literally my titanic"

i love my puppy

1 million numbers and 1 million more

do you guys still like me

Until death, all defeat is psychological.