Oh My God. I Finally Realized What This Reminds Me Of. It's Opera.

Goddamn. Okay

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James Jean - Braid Ill. Acrylic on Wood.

Daily reminder that we do not actually live in a dystopian movie put the apocalypse down and back away slowly. You know when your cleaning a room and you pull everything out of it's draws to sort through it and you're like "what the fuck have I done I'm never going to be able to tidy all of this" I think that's the stage we're at in the world. Thanks to social media we've pulled out all the messed up shit from the cupboards of the world, it was always there but now we can see it and we're going to have to sort it all out we made this mess and we can fix it. Falling to the floor sobbing will not clean a crusty room. A group of people working systematically (preferably with music in the background) will.

This post is about transitioning and dancing and sex, but it's also about everyone whether or not you do those things. Please keep doing the next risky scary thing, the thing that makes you more alive and more in your body and moves you closer to what you love.

You have to keep transitioning until you discover that you actually do love dancing and sex. Please.

This one, specifically, is waiting for you. Her name is Jennifer. The other arapaima are not waiting for you, they have other stuff they need to be doing today.

^ for the unaware

Whoa, is this an autism thing? Because yeah I do this constantly

(I'm not sure if I'm autistic, it's something I'm exploring)

Here’s a weird autism thing that I realized this morning—

-If a choir director tells my section to sing louder, I will do so, even if I am already at fortissimo.

-If a teacher criticizes my class for failing to take their work seriously, I will feel guilty, even if I’ve been turning every single assignment in on time.

-If a post calls people in general out for not doing a particular thing and says it’s their fault if a tragedy happens, I will feel stressed, even if I was already relentlessly doing the thing.

I need to be told separately about my personal progress, otherwise I will overcompensate and eventually end up burning myself out. As someone who puts conscious effort in trying to understand social cues, this really messes me up for some reason.

THIS PERSON'S FACE!!!!! I'M LOVE THEM

I won an evil laugh competition last night