would you put a discarded fruit sticker on my forehead in whimsical jest yes or no

reblog to put a discarded fruit sticker on the forehead of the person you reblogged from in whimsical jest

god damn this is a QUILT ('late day shadows' by nancy messier)

for the love of god unmute

Muted it took me 6 seconds to figure out what was going on. Unmuted I had tears in my eyes 3 seconds in

i am just an animal why am i doing all this

🖤💙Moon Journey 💙🖤

Source/Artist

Keith Haring

Untitled, 1982

Acrylic on vinyl tarpaulin

The thing is.

As an autistic person, even when I mask, I'm still going to appear "weird".

Allistic people are going to find me weird no matter what I do or don't do. No matter how much I mask, they're still going to think I look, act, and talk weird.

So I might as well just not bother with the mask and be myself.

I feel like islamophobia in the lgbt+ community, especially from white people, is something that is often overlooked

but as a muslim lesbian...it hurts. it's alienating. you're harming us when you say religion can't coexist with our identities because islam is as much a part of my identity as being a non-binary lesbian is!

there are plenty of legitimate criticisms to be made about white christianity and it's weaponization against the lgbtq+ community, but lumping muslims in with that is so harmful

the same people who persecute lgbt+ people also persecute muslim people, and if you can't see us as your allies or fellow community members, then you have some islamophobic views to work out

and before you tell me that muslims don't accept lgbt+ people, I'd like to mention that I have come out to multiple mujtahids (religious leaders at ismaili mosques) in my lifetime and they have all welcomed me

for every white lgbt+ person who doesn't accept my faith, there is a muslim who accepts my sexuality and gender identity

do better. because this is our community too.

it's amazing how ordinary objects can become so significant to only the owner

when my aunt's best friend passed away, my younger brother was four years old. at his funeral, my brother went up to her and gave her a nickel. he told her very solemnly that it would make her feel better. she smiled for the first time in days, and tucked it in her wallet.

when my brother was 22, his best friend passed away unexpectedly. my aunt drove three hours to be there for him at the funeral. she went up to my brother, gave him a big hug, and then gave him a nickel. it was the same nickel; she had kept it in her wallet for 18 years, and now it's on a necklace that he never takes off.

what i'm trying to say is that the love you put into the world will always find its way back to you.