So, I don't even know if anyone will ever see this post and pay attention to it, but I am currently almost a week without my antidepressants and I have started to go down the rabbit hole of thinking I'll never be able to get top surgery or any kind of surgery... I am barely able to buy the testosterone without going to doctors appointment, I don't even know if doing that will unalive me but I rather die trying to be who I want than live miserable...
*sees two emotionally fucked up people who should be in therapy* what if they kissed
Ah yes, the 3 genders. Male, female, and “what the fuck are you, a cop?”
Daisy: Not to brag or anything, but I can wake up without an alarm clock simply due to my crippling and overwhelming anxiety.
When is a monster not a monster?
(Oh, when you love it.)
fanfic at its core