Today is my birthday. I hate this day. I hate read it and i hate listen it. Im not afraid to get old, i dont really know what i hate this day, but not to everybody care.
If you can’t reblog this, you don’t deserve to be on tumblr.
it’s also a place full of bigots who are NOTHING like me, and it’s NOT a place to vent your anger or share your sadness, especially on a personal level, because the moment you do, there’s always some bigotted anonymous asshole ready to jump into your inbox and call you names and tell you to kill yourself just because of an opinion they don’t agree with, or because they think your genuine suffering with depression/mental illness or hardship is something you ought to be ashamed of.
i see people leave awful fat-shaming comments to others, awful homophobic slurs, awful cissexist remarks, awful slut-shaming comments, all the time; i see THAT happen a great deal more on this site than people being supportive and caring, and that’s hardly a comfort to me.