Longliveth3drum

I've been going through it a bit lately and your music has been helping a lot.

In particular the library at the very bottom of this place and the lines "I'm not my body, I'm not my brain..." have really been resonating with me. Because there are days that I really hate my body and my brain and my habits and just about everything, but having this as a mantra to repeat and remind myself that there's *something* about me deeper than that and deserving of love has been huge!

Thank you! I am not the sock, I am the pennies filling it that fracture the jaws of my enemies

the weight of all the things you (haven't) done.

99% of queer discourse stops right before they define the true difference between bisexual and pansexual!

me at 6:40: Oh boy i wonder what time it is

the helpful clock:

if you sleep badly enough you can experience “the microwaved feeling”

when you go to the gender clinic you can ask about being buried alive left to scream and claw at the lid of your coffin until you emerge into your real body & your real name but idk if it's covered by insurance

*looks at books* too tired for you *looks at films* too tired for you *looks at art supplies* too tired for you *eyes fall on tumblr* oho ho

I think my main problem with modern clothing is that nothing's got volume anymore. Like historically there's been so much clothing that's just BIG, bulky, meant to be flashy and volumnous and not look like it was just spray painted on the body. I mean yeah I do wear skinny jeans on purpose but what if instead of a hoodie I wanted to wear a big fuck-off fancy little purely decorational off-the shoulder cape? Consider:

Big brimmed hat, big boots, skinny jeans, t-shirt and a big wide short cloak that covers up like half of me. Not for any body image reasons or other insecurities. I just think that if I wished, I should be able to discreetly conceal carry a small dog.