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no more dreaming like a girl so in love with the wrong world

I'll tell them how I survive it. I'll tell them that on bad mornings, it feels impossible to take pleasure in anything because I'm afraid it could be taken away. That's when I make a list in my head of every act of goodness I've seen someone do. It's like a game. Repetitive. Even a little tedious after more than twenty years.

But there are much worse games to play.

quick intro - beth, white mentally ill young queer ass hard femme idk what this gender shit is?? person

I’m in the stall next to him, kinda like this: It’s a Monday. I gotta do it one more time. One more final scream, okay? But not just a scream. I decided to yell RUN. The roar was so loud, it was like I released the Kraken in the bathroom. It was like a whale gave birth to a roaring t-rex that was uppercutting a playdough can. The hair stood up on my arms. Yeah, and a little bit of pee came out as well. Blood pee ‘cause it was that loud. It was like my freaking butt cheeks clenched and that caused a sound on the seat. And as I was yelling, my freaking foot dipped into the dang toilet so now I release more energy. This guy gets so scared that he just bursts out of the stall, runs out screaming, runs right out of the Target bathroom.

(Source: lskywalkers)