Average Tgirl Experience Of Saying "we Need To Kiss" Every Few Days And Then Continuing To Be Stuck Hours

people think writers make good English teachers but the opposite is true. sixth grader asks why she can’t start a sentence with “and” and im like idk girlie grammar is a construct and language is a fluid gelatinous animal. people used to write “thou” and they were being totally unironic about it. start your sentences with an exclamation point for all i care. a+

IS IT POSSIBLE FOR A OUPPY 🐕 AND A KITTYS 🐈 TO BE FRIENDS?

84% huh?

good news, Hatsune Miku is in our head

bad news, she's a fujoshi

our forcefem interest is in direct opposition to her... waughhhh

Ah, understandable.

Makes you very cute tho.

Fuck you *Turns into a tiny little bunny and scampers away*

Neglected children will sometimes go ‘okay time to dangerously deteriorate to see if anyone cares about me’ and then if nobody does, they don’t know how to stop deteriorating on their own, they’ll need help to pick themselves back up.

 And if that help doesn’t arrive, they’ll conclude ‘I was right to destroy myself in a world where nobody cares for me anyway, why should I live at all’ and it sets them on a miserable life path where all they see is chances for self destruction and proof of nobody caring, and from the very start it’s not their fault at all.

Because someone should notice when a kid starts losing themselves and step up and help. Children are not meant to know how to take care of themselves in an environment where they’re neglected, ignored and uncared for. Putting them in such an environment then blaming them for deteriorating is absolutely ridiculous. It takes paying attention and realizing when something is wrong and pulling a kid out of the black hole they’re falling into, before they can no longer crawl their way out on their own. 

It’s not acceptable to let children deal with abandonment and neglect all on their own, and expect them to not grow up miserable, resentful, struggling, and doing harm to themselves. It’s the same harm we never stopped them from doing when they were kids, when they needed to know that someone would care if they’re hurt. If we want functional and healthy adults in the society, we have to notice what is going on with the kids and make sure they’re helped in time. 

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📝I composed this on the spot, with minimal editing, but I hope that it will suffice. Its title is, "Who am I?"

You seek us as your last resort

Searching within for that which could not be found without

You look inside yourself and shout

"Who am I?"

Let us tell you who we are, first

My name is Lust

I sought companionship, affection, and love

But I was forbidden, so I hid myself away

My name is Gluttony

I sought nourishment, sweetness, and to quell my hunger

But I was shamed, so I grew to detest myself

My name is Greed

I sought possessions, personal items to keep and call my own

But I was denied, so I learned to deny myself, as it was right

My name is Sloth

I sought rest, and could not remain attentive to that which held no interest

You despise me, for you believe that I was all that held you back from meeting the standards of others

But you cannot be rid of me, for I am all that keeps you from working yourself to death

My name is Wrath

I sought to defend myself from those that would harm me, to keep myself safe

But I was punished each time, so I silenced myself out of necessity

My name is Envy

I sought that which was not mine to have, a better life, better things, a better form

I was told that what I had was a gift, so I grew to accept the worst

My name is Pride

I believed that I was a person with value, dignity, and autonomy

That belief was proven false again and again, until I was broken

Now you know who we are

So we return the question

Who are you?

Who are you, without us?

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Trans girls, in my experience, have largely lived an existence in which for the vast majority of our lives, we've never been anybody's first choice romantically. That's if we're chosen at all.

Second choice? Yeah. Back up plan? Happens. Fetishized? Always.

But never just chosen. Never just pursued. Never loved quite as much as we need. Never the object of obsession. Never the focus of passion.

Every love feels like it's one better option disappearing like a vapor in the wind.

So I say all that to say, if you're romantically inclined, and you love a trans girl. Choose her. Really choose her. Choose her in every moment. Make her feel like she's the only one that matters and do it every day, because it's possible, likely even, that she's never felt that before.

Really choose her, or you will break her heart.

If you're not willing to do that, leave her the fuck alone.

(clenches fist) theyre in love