Ever Since I Was A Little Girl Ive Fetishized Coming Back From The Dead

I am still learning! I am allowed to make mistakes! Big mistakes!!! Huge mistakes!!! They will not stop me from growing!!!!

Listen to me. Hairy dykes are vital to the community. Essential. And I mean hairy dykes. Happy trails, fuzzy stomachs, chest hair on breasts or flat chests or otherwise, hairy pits, full bushes, hairy arms and legs. Hairy asses. Facial hair. I’m talking all of it. If you’re a hairy dyke you’re a cornerstone of this community I love you you’re so sexy

Me lying down: I feel pretty much fine. What am I doing lying around? I should get up and do something. Or at least sit upright, damn.

Me when I’m upright: oh, Jesus. Oh, damn. Oh, RIGHT—this is why I was lying down.

Chronic pain pisses me off cause I'm not even incapacitated for like a cool or badass reason instead my body is throwing the world's biggest temper tantrum because it's raining outside

locking in won't save you. self-discipline won't save you. you're trying to tidy up a house built on a fault line whose shifting is beyond your control. you know this already.

one thing i do love about being obviously trans is seeing the unbridled wonder at my existence in the eyes of a child whose parent is staring at me like they're going to kill me once we all leave the store

got a major pest problem this year actually