Man thinking about W.I.T.C.H. really DID take me back to middle school, I’ve been doodling some of the OC’s I started back then (which were very much inspired by W.I.T.C.H. I can’t lie) (I STILL WRITE THEM AND THEY STILL HAVE ELEMENTAL POWERS WHOOPS)

Ugh I’m so angry I want to fight SO MANY people

I hate it I feel the rage coiled behind my every movement I feel poison coursing through my veins I am nothing but disgust and frustration that there’s no positive way to act on this because the only people who are going to listen to an Angry Dyke are the people who don’t need to and the way I see people, most especially my family, taking moral highground right now is infuriating

but I alright had a big fight with my mom about it and I doubt my sister or anyone else will take it any better

and still I want to scream about all the things they can do if they’re really as “anti-discrimination” as they want to pretend right now

Coworker: we have to make people not want to buy the books we didn’t get enough of
Me: yeah they should buy… this one instead. *sarcastically* look it’s conversations with great authors like Paul Auster and Alison B- ALISON BECHDEL!!!
Me: *reads the Alison Bechdel chapter*

sittingoverheredreaming:

Cold fury: finding out your promised pay raise isn’t coming with the start of your new position like they said it would, but a whole month later

I’m being dumb, I’m still going to make enough for rent and stuff, but like, I was really excited for the extra things I was gonna get to do. Like, I was gonna get a haircut! A real one, as in paying someone else to do it. For the first time in over a year. And little things like that, and maybe I still could do one or two this month but I’m just upset still