"And kid, you’ve got to love yourself. You’ve got wake up at four in the morning, brew black coffee, and stare at the birds drowning in the darkness of the dawn. You’ve got to sit next to the man at the train station who’s reading your favorite book and start a conversation. You’ve got to come home after a bad day and burn your skin from a shower. Then you’ve got to wash all your sheets until they smell of lemon detergent you bought for four dollars at the local grocery store. You’ve got to stop taking everything so goddam personally. You are not the moon kissing the black sky. You’ve got to compliment someones crooked brows at an art fair and tell them that their eyes remind you of green swimming pools in mid July. You’ve got to stop letting yourself get upset about things that won’t matter in two years. Sleep in on Saturday mornings and wake yourself up early on Sunday. You’ve got to stop worrying about what you’re going to tell her when she finds out. You’ve got to stop over thinking why he stopped caring about you over six months ago. You’ve got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. Fuck it. Love yourself, kiddo. You’ve got to love yourself."
"Call a boy a gentleman and watch his shoulders straighten. Call a girl a lady and watch her spirit turn graceful. Humanity was brought into existence by God speaking words into the void of the universe. We tend to become what we are called."
Anonymous asked: More then likely not who think I am. This hasn't happened recently.
What hasn’t happened recently?
I bought cute undies at the mall today. The lady shopping next to me said “I have to ask, my son is trans, I am buying him underwear… I mean her, still working on the her thing, sorry, but could you help me? Please!”
I almost cried.
really though nothing makes me happier than supportive parents of trans kids
Anonymous asked: It's weird. We used to talk every single day, now we don't talk at all. Have you ever thought about it? We used to share all of our dreams and aspirations and now I couldn't even tell you what your favorite color is any more. I suppose a lot of it is my fault. Probably all of it. And this is just the 1 a.m. ramblings of a person who is thinking about everything but what they need to be. I guess I just wanted you to know that I still care and worry about you sometimes.
I wonder if you’re who I hope you are, Dude.