call me sunny! he/they, transmasc enby :-)22yo aspiring artist and poetbad at keeping an online presence bc of the wretched adhd addled brain my skull houses
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if i go through withdrawals when a person doesn’t talk to me as much is that a sign of love?
what do i do when all of my connections feel fleeting or flimsy on my end, even those i have with my own mother?
what does it mean when i sit by the phone waiting for them to respond?
i fantasize that every kind stranger i meet has secretly fallen in love with me, am i lonely?
do i lose value as a potential partner if i cannot feel sexual pleasure?
is it wrong to feel devastated that i am doomed to be a temporary fixture in my best friends life?
i haven’t been able to feel romantic love in years, did something inside of me break?
when will i cease to exist in a constant state of catabolic mayhem?
when a caterpillar is inside the chrysalis, does it dream?
is living vicariously through romance between fictional characters a valid coping mechanism?
what do i do if ive become so disconnected from myself that ive even lost understanding of what my sexuality is?
i could easily kill myself right now and that doesn’t really scare me, is this a bad sign?
how do i die metaphorically, and be born anew literally?
is my relationship with the universe parasocial?
is my understanding of myself superficial?
is suicidality contagious?
is anyone out there?
i love my dog so much
yesterday i was wailing in my room in intense abdominal pain, and my dog baxter was licking my hands and sniffing me. i ended up having to leave in a rush to go to the er, and discovering i had appendicitis. i had to stay overnight at the er to wait for my surgery for appendix removal this morning (it went well!), so i asked my housemate to take baxter out to the bathroom for me while i was away.
she couldn’t make him leave my bed. he refused to leave and i know he needed the bathroom. he’s 13 years old and on a routine for his bathroom breaks. but he wouldn’t leave. to the point that he growled and nipped at my housemate’s hands when she tried to pick him up and make him go.
he refused to leave last night. he refused to leave this morning. he refused until i got home and he knew i was back and i was going to be okay. he needed to keep watch over my room and wait for me.
i’m home and in bed now and he’s cuddling up next to me. his tail won’t stop wagging. he’s such a sweet old man.
pictures of the boy:
or should i simply wait
Big day for deranged evangelical freaks
(not my image, i don’t remember where i got it from but it felt appropriate here)
starting a collection #blackmold
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My perspective continues to be changed every day..
Me: I don't get it. I thought I was doing a lot better than I was a few years ago. I'm like 10 times more on top of things than I used to be. How does everything feel terrible now?
The Tiny Me in OSHA-approved Hi-Vis Gear Who lives in my brain and pulls all the levers: Boss, it's the fascism. You're completely gunked up with cortisol due to the fact that your entire daily life is now underscored with a haunting awareness of the rapid erosion of your rights, dignity, and any and all social safety nets, and you're also bearing witness to the most vulnerable people immediately being persecuted. This creates a natural stress response that basically means you're going to continue having memory and organizational problems, as well as emotional imbalances.
Me: BUT I HAVE A BULLET JOURNAL AND I MEDITATE NOW.
Tiny OSHA Me: BOSS, THE FASCISM.
hello fellow non-Black tumblr users. welcome to my saw trap. if you'd like to leave, please name one (1) Black woman author who is not Maya Angelou, Toni Morrison, bell hooks, Octavia Butler, or N.K. Jemisin. bonus points if she's published a book in the last five years.
From a few artists doing good shit. These prints are available for free download here. Spread them far and wide.
an incomplete list of unsettling short stories I read in textbooks
the scarlet ibis
marigolds
the diamond necklace
the monkey’s paw
the open boat
the lady and the tiger
the minister’s black veil
an occurrence at owl creek bridge
a rose for emily
(I found that one by googling “short story corpse in the house,” first result)
the cask of amontillado
the yellow wallpaper
the most dangerous game
a good man is hard to find
some are well-known, some obscure, some I enjoy as an adult, all made me uncomfortable between the ages of 11-15
add your own weird shit, I wanna be literary and disturbed
I LOVE MY FRIENDS SO MUCH I'M JUST STUPID AND FORGET THAT FEELINGS NEED TO BE EXPRESSED IN ORDER FOR THEM TO BE FELT
which one of u was going to tell me that tea tastes different if u put it in hot water?
1.) fucking love guac. i had a guacamole recently that changed my life. yall. guacamole with sun dried tomatoes, kalamata olives, feta, fresh herbs and garlic olive oil. i entered a new plane of existence.
2.) great!! when i waddle down to the fridge at 3am like a zombie olives is one of the things i grab. love all kinds of olives. they’re so salty and delicious :-D
3.) would marry a mango. delectable. the texture is absolutely lovely, i adore how velvety the flesh it and how sweet the juice is. 11/10
4.) HUMMUS IS GREAT MY FAVORITE IS ROASTED RED PEPPER HUMMUS. you can dip it, spread it, eat it with a damn spoon if you want!
5.) tomatoes. i love you tomatoes. i love you. heirloom tomatoes are the best. have yall ever had a purple cherokee heirloom tomato. they’re gorgeous inside and out, big as hell, they’re very rich, a little sweet, and kinda smokey?? so fucking good.
6.) cannolis are very good. i like that they aren’t overwhelmingly sweet. very good crunchy outside with a smooth inside. delightful experience all around. did you know that cannoli is actually the plural word and the singular is cannolo?
anyways these are my opinions! :-D
FOOD DISCOURSE: reblog with ur opinions on guacamole, olives, mango, hummus, tomatoes, and cannolis
fucking screaming when i read "lose your hands pussy curse" i was like...king its supposed to be acidic but not THAT acidic. straight up melting off at the wrists. pull out your fingers and there's nothing left but the bones
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i think i got the major ones
also to the random guy at the antique store: I saw you take out and leave that elon musk mug with hearts around his face and then drive away in your cyber truck. are you not proud of daddy musk anymore ? you abandoned the carcas of your golden calf yet rode away wearing its skin for all to see
i really needed this. it took me years to understand who i am, specifically because of awful men and experiences with men in my life who made me terrified of men and masculinity. i was scared to the point that i violently rejected myself every time i started to feel like maybe i wasn’t a girl because i was so scared of being a man and what that might mean for me as a person. it took meeting and becoming close with some wonderful trans men and a very wonderful and special cis guy for me to finally relax and realize that i didn’t have to be afraid. that being masc isn’t being evil or dangerous. that there are truly beautiful, lovely men out there, some trans and some cis. that despite how dangerous the men of the world can be, there’s good too. and i am fully capable of being part of that good. i’m still working on internalizing it. thank you op <3
Idk what trans man needs to hear this but you're NOT evil or disgusting for being a man. You do NOT have to suffer for the sins of the patriarchy committed by cis dudes. Being a man doesn't invalidate the misogyny you experienced growing up or experience now. Being a man doesn't mean you deserve to be isolated. Being a man doesn't mean you're inherently predatory or scary. You didn't "choose" this, and finding your true self is NOT "betraying the community" because you happen to be a man and/or masculine rather than a woman and/or feminine. You ARE allowed to be upset when people "affirm" your gender by malgendering you.
You DO deserve a community that uplifts you. You DO deserve to experience trans joy. You DO deserve to have your voices heard and your struggles recognized. Wanting the bare minimum of solidarity is NOT "making everything about trans men".
SHAPE HELL
Yup.
my job in the comune will be to fuck your mom