there are literally not enough hours in the day to deal with ignorant cis bullshit.
correction there are not enough hours in the day to deal with anybody’s bullshit
(via iamtheproblem)
Hello
Part of my absence is the fact that I’ve been pulling 50+ hour weeks. Hell, I’ve worked 58 hours in the last 7.
The other part of it is the sudden existential plummet my thoughts took when my thoughts on the sex/gender conundrum reached the end of everything. I don’t know how to describe it, but it feels like standing on the cliff of the universe and I literaally feel like my thoughts have nowhere to go from here. It’s a bit surreal, and somehow upsetting.
Also, the sheer amount of nothing I feel all the time. I feel devoid of everything. It’s almost hard to care. I’m having trouble even trying to muster caring about people I know that I care about. Sorry, I guess.
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