HRT is not enough. I need to be able to tuck in my arms and legs and roll away.
It's 3 pm on a sunday. I could be
Playing warhammer with my boyfriend and his little bro
Painting miniatures
Constructing new miniatures
Making digital art
Drawing the stuff that's got a deadline at the end of this month
Drawing the stuff that's got a deadline tomorrow
Disassembling old clothing to make new clothing
Disassembling old accessories to make new accessories
Making evil deviled eggs
Messing with my hair
And instead I'm embedded. In my bed.
when i grow up i want to be myself
did you guys know about music. fucking crazyyy
thinking about edvard munch's "The Sun" (1911)
like yeah thats how it feels. thats what it feels like to exist sometimes. he gets it
the blueberry… a serene, noble animal
like i was saying
it can be tempting to live your life like a prequel. to live as if you’re setting up your own story.and once you lose the weight, once you have the money, once you graduate school, once you’re in a real relationship, once, once, once. then finally, you’ll begin to live, and everything you do up until that point is some kind of half-life, some unimportant foreword you can skip. don’t do this. inhabit your life completely. sink fully into the wealth of your existence. the power to manifest is in the fearless owning of who you are, so that you can shape where you’re going.
THE MATRIX (1999) dir. The Wachowski Sisters