God Made Me A Trans Man Because He Knew I’d Be Too Powerful As A Butch Lesbian

the more i think about it the more i realize that i truly cannot remember being happy for any extended amount of time. of course there were moments, but nothing long term. and although i’ve never felt happy for more than a day or so at a time, i feel it’s absence constantly.

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[ID: Digital illustration of a nude trans masculine person, cropped from thigh to shoulder. They are leaning back, holding a small dagger pointing between their legs. They have red top surgery scars, and a hairy chest and stomach. Two pale silhouettes of hands reach around the figure, as if stroking their belly and thigh. The figures are surrounded by a border of leaves and red flowers, with a star in the center overhead. There is an 8 pointed star covering the figures groin. The piece is done in a minimal color palette of black, red, and warm beiges and yellows. /. End ID]

she nothing on my nothing til i nothing. celibacy

What have I become

all you need to do to understand me on a base level is read the lyrics to alameda by elliott smith

from “an inevitable entry”

yasuhiro nightow / @ countthefighters / ocean vuong / jamie anderson / dylan krieger

i love my friends so much

yearned so hard i don't even know what i desire anymore