❌ I Hate This Stupid Body

does anyone else visualize tearing out and eating Elon Musk's heart when you're trying to quell your anxiety?

Do conservatives go to hell?

No because (I cannot stress this enough) not every single conservative is a fascist who wants to kill everyone who isn’t white. My grandmother and my parents are conservative and they’ve supported me throughout my transition, and some of them voted blue. I will harp on this until my dying breath but I feel as though tumblr has gotten so caught up in its own self-righteousness that they forget that some of the ways they talk and act are the exact same ways that people on other sites talk about transgender people or liberals or countless others and I will die on this hill, but I believe that violence begets more violence and once you’ve created a culture around any kind of violent struggle, people will start looking for the next target instead of actually caring about those they’re defending.

executive dysfunction tips! It gets easier to do a task if you dress appropriately first!! It’s much easier to get started once you’re wearing the right clothes for the headspace. For example if you need to clean your room, try putting on a maid dress! If you need to make dinner, try putting on a maid dress! If you need to accept visitors, try putting on a maid dress! If you need to poison the tea that will be served to your mistress’ esteemed guests in an effort to ensure her suitors never take your mistress’ hand from you, try putting on a-

"am i affected by transmisogyny if i'm in the closet/boymode" is such a clear cut matter. what do you think is keeping you in the closet?

hot take: if i can download music for offline use on amazon music, i should be able to just get the mp4 files instead of having to pirate anything

lord the peasants are so loud today

Slenderman Miku inspired by this post.

this post get 10k i'll tell my mom i'm a woman

I mean Jesus fucking Christ this is not right

I am a girl.

Always have been, always will be. It took me a while to figure that out, But that doesn’t make it any less true.

I am a girl.

I like dresses and skirts, Thigh-highs and Plushies, Light pinks and blues.

I am a girl.

When I hike in the woods or bike on the road, When I party with friends or play games alone, When I march in the street or cry on my bed, I am a girl. Nothing can change that. Not a politician’s pen, or a bigot’s threats, Not a prison’s cell, or a Nazi’s camp.

I am a girl.

When I’m bloodied and beaten, When I’m old and withered, When I’m long dead and gone,

I will always be a girl.