Not Very Good At Asking For Things That I Want

i hope i am not just a mutual to you but also the strange creature in your bushes that makes you say “jesus fucking christ what was that”

I think we’re all so brave for making it through every day

i dont care about validity i care about my civil rights

*writes two paragraphs after months of literally nothing and it took three hours*

trying to prove a point to the boys at school

reblog this if you believe trans men are real men like this if you dont

lost one of my closest friends when he suddenly passed in the middle of the night. had to get up and open the store we worked for seven hours later, he was scheduled to be there with me just like every weekend morning.

it goes on, it sucks, but it goes on.

one of the most fucked up aspects of being an adult is really how life-goes-on everything is. like you can be dealing with the most fucked up trauma-drama-grief and still have to sleep and eat food to survive and like. poop. pooping while you're really sad shouldn't be a thing but it is. we don't have a say in the matter. life goes on

Man, when I was like 16 I got so sick of being made fun of for being the fat kid that I took an axe down inna woods, chopped down a tree, and started doing log-lifts all the time. I got strong as fuck, but I didn’t lose no weight. I actually got bigger.

Same thing happened when I got into fighting. I got even stronger, and I got *fast*, man, and nimble, like a cat. Still chubby.

Body-building culture is a bunch of crap, my dude. Functional muscle is not necessarily toned or lean. You can be swole as hell and still be heavy. And that’s cool.

Embrace your inner barbarian. And when fatphobic little gym twinks try to body shame you, you should DESTROY THEM with your MIGHTY AXE

ever so slowly i am loosing my self control

aka i'm about to start spouting absolute NONSENSE into this void i've made all cozy

crazy how I think I'm not brave enough to do some things and then I just go and get them done. and it's always like this