259 posts
never heard something realer!
fascinating how grief makes you miss people who suck
there’s another fucking week this week
i could add a few more stages to grief if they let me
© Cheryl Rose
oh thank god we still have grief
The loneliness is getting too hard to romanticise
Lets goooooo th is Is disgusting and obscene . Fuckkkk yessssss . Absolutely horrendous
deep down i still feel like a street dog with mange. but it's okay. i still find warm concrete to lay on
the first time i played my guitar, i knew i had purpose in this life
Sofia Coppolas office
Making Jesus scared for his life
men want what butches have
My aesthetic is blood, guts and angel cake
makeup peaked here
God is real and he punches me in the stomach after every word I say out loud
hi. im glen. im 25 and im a trans guy. im severely mentally ill (i have a severe case of social anxiety, general anxiety, ocd, bpd, severe psychosis and signs of schizofrenia) to the point that i am unable (at least for the time being and god knows how much longer) to get a job. this means that i still have to live with my parents. the problem is that my household is incredibly abusive to the point that i have attempted suicide several times trying to escape this hell. my mother treats me as if i have been disowned so im only allowed to sleep on a spare bed and eat when she's in a better mood.
i have absolutely no money in my account (im down to 93 cents) which means that i can't afford... anything.
i desperately need money for uni materials and for clothes. with fall on us and winter coming soon i don't own a single sweater and i could use a pair of new pants.
if any of you has spare bucks and could donate that would help so much and you'd have my entire gratitude. if you can't please reblog this post, maybe it'll reach someone that could help me.
thank you for reading and consider helping me <3
hello. this situation has become more urgent. for various reason my mother is demanding me to pay her or she won't allow me to go to school anymore and so i'll have to drop out of uni. i need 250 euros.
i am a fic writer and i also draw. check out my writing on ao3 and my drawings here and so if you don't want to donate you can always commission me.
please, im desperate.
literally me ♡
I'm sad, I've always been and always will, until the end