It’s funny how sacabambaspis is like the funniest looking animal in every hypothetical except for that one picture that makes me feel like I’m about to be killed
I better see a Gallade in my dex soon.
Daily reminder that when you demonize trans men who fit the cavetown, fluffy-hair, skinny boy, alt stereotype, its still trans erasure. Good intentions or not, when you try to make another group of trans people irrelevant and invisible, it's still hurting the community.
Stop going after your own community, trans people AS A WHOLE get enough shit from cis people we don't need trans people going after other trans people. We're on the same side here remember that.
maybe this time picking at Textures on my skin will lead to being silky smooth
Had to draw over this one, most real image I've ever seen in my life.
[ID: two images with the same caption, one drawn over by op with him in it replacing the original person. The caption reads "what I lack in penis size, I also lack in money and basic social skills" in both images. The original image is a GQ magazine picture with Ryan Gosling doing a pose. The new image has the trans flag in the background with op doing the same pose. /END ID]
Be gay, trans and alive
BEGGING PEOPLE TO DO MY SURVEY FOR MY LINGUISTICS CLASS
top surgery tats
*writing my stupid little fanfiction*
*looks down at ipad*
[ID: a picture of a cat screaming superimposed on a simple background; the cat is screaming "WHY IS IT SO ASS???". There's an ipad which says "stupid fanfiction that isn't good but is bouncing around in my brain and won't leave". /END ID]
Diary entry #26
TW- ed (my blog is not going to become an ed blog so like if you’re triggered by that sort of stuff I will not talk about it a lot and I will label it every time), family stuff, sui
It feels like I’m in an endless cycle of suffering in a lot of different ways, just stacking on top of each other and melting together. I’m back on my ed bullshit unfortunately, triggered by me stopping my depression/sleep meds that made me binge all the time for like 5 fucking years among other things. I’m always stopped before I can hurt myself too terribly, but I don’t want to be stopped this time.
My grandma always thinks I’m starving myself for attention or whatever, but it’s like a drive in me or something. I always need to destroy myself somehow, and this is one way I can do so. I think she thinks I’m an attention whore, which in some ways I might be, but starving myself for attention would be even more miserable than me doing it to lose weight/hurt myself. I hate having an ed so much. It gives me a bit of control over my life, but I am so cold and so tired all the time. I think my grandparents do not think of me highly at all, and I’m hurt by that quite a lot.
At this point, if my grandparents try to stop me, maybe I’ll tell them the truth. I have no control over my life, I’m just a hamster on a wheel. I want my body to be androgynous, because that’s the best I can get right now without control over what I’m wearing and my haircut, and also lack of T. I could technically wear what I want, but last time I tried that my grandma called me the D slur. I know trying to look more like how I want is a fool’s errand, and I mostly just want to destroy myself.
Sometimes I really think that I should die. That everyone would be better off without me. But there’s a couple major things that are affecting that thought. I have stopped caring if people hate me as much; if they hate me, I can’t control it. In fact, their spite kind of keeps me alive. If I die looking like a girl… I don’t even know. I want to die as a man. And also, I’m probably too much of a pussy to actually kms.
Sorry I bitch a lot on here, I have no one to talk to.
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