Morality is the herd-instinct of the individual.

My name is Roisin (Roy-sin). I like fucking things up sometimes and coding the rest of the time. I think Anne Frank jokes are hilarious. I like cats. Also, queer things and deconstructing mental health.
I am a gender-fluid gender queer. I go by they/them.

I’ve spent my 18 years of life trying to be okay with the fact that humans fade in and out of each others’ lives. No matter how I think about it, I can’t make it sound romantic or poetic. To those who have already passed through my life and to those who eventually will: I love you. I miss you. The back door will always be unlocked if you ever feel like coming home.

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Dear followers,

  • have you eaten today?

  • did you take any meds you need?

  • how about hydration?

  • maybe a nap if you need one

  • you are awesome

  • keep it up

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friendly reminder that since it’s getting hot out, people of all sizes and genders can wear whatever they want to keep themselves cool and comfortable, and you are, under no circumstances, allowed to shame them or sexualize them for it.

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  • me: instantly jumps to worst possible conclusion

My mom overannunciates when she’s around people of a different race, and when she’s around people of a different class, she starts using bigger words. My entire family thinks they’re better than everyone, but they’re racist as fuck. I keep thinking about how their behavior is reflected in mine.

My relationship to each member of my family is nuanced and complicated and at least slightly stressful. I don’t know what to do and I feel like I’m gong crazy. My mom gets angry at people for having emotions, which is a behavior I’ve developed recently. My brother is nice until he’s around my parents. At least I realized that I don’t want to be what my parents want me to be. Ever. That person is a manipulative and fucked up person who is mean to almost everyone ever.