We All Got That Friend Who Think They Can Outwit The Gods And Evade Their Fate

Admit it. If you were separated into good and evil versions of yourself your evil version would totally make your good version their bitch

what nobody tells you about transition is the totality of it. once you dig into gender and start expressing the way you want, you'll start to find the marks of discomfort littered around the rest of your life. you'll notice how you were never living for yourself, just following the guidelines laid out for you.

as soon as you disengage that autopilot, you're on your own. you have to decide what is actually best for you. you have to question every decision you've ever made because they were all made by someone trying to play by the rules, rules whose application will kill you.

in the year-and-change since starting my transition, I have completely changed everything about my presentation, I changed how I talk, how I carry myself, how I interact with people. I changed the company I keep, I moved cities, I abandoned a career path I had been pursuing my entire life. I lost friends, made new ones, started engaging with types of media I had never been interested in before.

there's a life on the other side of transition, and you have to claw it back piece by piece. I will never stop transitioning into who I'm supposed to be because every time I get closer, I realize there's more I still need to change.

Hehe hoho

POV you tell your tall model friend a silly joke.

ok. well better luck next time

I am extremely normal about him

Uh oh, the A.I. on your long haul space mission has analyzed your psyche profile and diagnosed you as "pretty princess". Yeah, it's been adding feminizing horomes to your diet and adding subliminal suggestions to the background ambient noise. Yeah, the physical and mental changes are prefectly normal. I wouldn't worry that pretty head of yours if I were you.

Reblog to grope prev while they were in the middle of talking

the night after one of your worse furies, she offers you her teacup.

"go on, take a sip," she entreats. "a maid must protect her lady from threats internal as well, no?" you do not flush, and she merely smiles - but you both know you've been found out.

all you can really do, then, is relish the numbness as it spreads through your lips.

you are the only person who understands my blog. thank you.

*tugs you around by our red string of fate like you’re a dog on a leash*