Intrusive Thoughts Be Like:

Chlorophyll || Rem Mars

Sam Winchester (preseries)

Water is actually one of the strangest substances known to science. This may seem a rather odd thing to say about a substance as familiar but it is surely true. Its specific heat, its surface tension, and most of its other physical properties have values anomalously higher or lower than those of any other known material. The fact that its solid phase is less dense than its liquid phase (ice floats) is virtually a unique property.

John D. Barrow and Frank J. Tipler, The Anthropic Cosmological Principle

Oh, you're gay?

What's your favourite "welcome" then?

There's a few things you can do

1. Put it under a beanie or hoodie cover, jut out only some of the hair

2. Cut it yourself if you can, and you know it's safe to

3. Look at inspiration of men with ponytails and man buns to shift your dysphoria into euphoria, try men long hair hairstyles on youtube

hello!!! as a trans male i want some advice—

about a year ago my mom let me cut my hair to whatever length i wanted because i let her get me therapy or soemtjing and j got it to an awesome pixie cut!! but it’s grown out to my shoulders now and its givin me some major dysphoria and i’m too scared to convince my parents to get it cut again. and no, i haven’t come out to them. i’ve been giving them hints, though.

anyways, basically want i wanted to ask is should i cut it myself? or should i just like— suck it up??? putting it in ponytails doesn’t help with the dysphoria

that ocd compulsion where its like 

“i MUST trigger myself because if i’m not constantly thinking about every terrible possibility and outcome then i am being purposefully negligent and unprepared for the horrors of this world and when the Bad Thing Happens it will be MY FAULT” 

God gives his silliest clowns the most debilitating ocd compulsions (I've replayed the same scenario in my head for 4 hours now)

my dick is small and my mental illness is debilitating. from this, i can surmise that it's not my penis which stores mental illness, but something else entirely

In the depths of my being, a tempest roars, Rage, an inferno that consumes and soars. A storm of emotions, turbulent and wild, Unleashing fury, an untamed child.

With fiery eyes and a heart ablaze, Rage courses through me, in myriad ways. It's the thunderous crackle in my voice, The searing passion, my soul's own choice.

A symphony of anger, notes piercing the air, Rage, a primal force that I dare not spare. It fuels my spirit, ignites my will, A burning energy I cannot still.

In the chaos of rage, I seek clarity, To rise above the fury, with integrity. To temper the flames, find balance within, And let rage be a catalyst, not just a din.

moths are gothic butterflies <3