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A dysphoria venting poem
Again, and again / I find myself in / these places / and spaces / where I can’t help but almost stare / and compare / and silently cry in despair / because all the girls around me / are so pretty / and then you’ve got me / in my hoodie / who just got a haircut / which is ok but / i feel like there’s no way / anyone would ever say / that i look as good as they / do. Inside my little closet / my prison / that traps me inside it / and I have to hide / and lie / and say that I / am completely fine / but inside / I’m dying / and I want to start crying. / It’s awful. / And it’s all / around. The way / that they / just talk / and walk / and do anything / just makes me want to say something / but would they think / I was worth their time? / Would I even be worth a dime? / I cry inside my closet of pain.
i think i might be genderfluid, so i’m going to start asking myself how i’m feeling gender-wise every day and using tumblr to keep track of it
stop giving this so much attention this was low effort
elect this man right freakin now
how the hell does a shitpost about gamer for president have more notes than an emotional poem i put effort into
elect this man right freakin now
I just realized it’s been a while, here’s an update on my existence:
- i’m a girl, and i’m not out as one - school’s back, so that’s a thing - made two friends - one is a lesbian with a self-proclaimed resemblance to the dwarves of d&d - the other has anxiety and is a boi - only problem is, he wasn’t born a boi and has religious parents - he’s the only person i’m out to as a girl atm - also my crush, a cis football boi, is an idiot but somehow that makes him cuter I DONT KNOW EITHER
someone help i’ve got no dang clue how to use the tags
i’m pretty sure i got hit hard with some dysphoria last night. sometimes when i trying to go to sleep i’ll put on some music and sing quietly, but last night every time i heard my own voice i hated it and felt like i was on the verge of tears. not sure if that’s dysphoria but it was awful. i can’t even do one of my favorite things anymore. if anyone has any advice, i need it and bad
“The Trash Man cometh. The Trash Man giveth, and the Trash Man taketh away.”
my life as a quote
i just read ava’s demon and colorless. i try to keep the cursing to a minimum on my blog to keep the impact, but holy shit that is so fucking good oh my god i love it
i spent like ten minutes last night just finding a bunch of stuff for an outfit that’s probably never gonna happen. i was tired. i have no excuses
One fell, and the other rose. They were both going to be in the same place. The angel saw a plane fly past, and the demon felt herself fly out of a lake. They both hit the ground at the same time. The angel stood, and the demon landed on her feet. —————————————
I had an idea for a story, here’s the rough draft
The angel fell. She stared up at Heaven and wept. She wept, and saw her tears streaming out above her. She reached out a hand toward the sky, but there was nothing she could do. All the angel could do was stare and weep. She felt something then. She felt the feathers being stripped from her wings. But she did not cry out. She felt her halo shatter into a hundred thousand pieces she felt those pieces sting her eyes and her back and her legs and her everything. But still, she did not cry out. She whispered something. She whispered “Why? What have I done that is so wrong that I have been cast out of Heaven?” The angel felt her wings begin to change and become leathery. She said no. She felt horns begin to push out from her skull and she said no. The angel felt something fade away from the hundred thousand pieces of her halo. It was replaced with something new and gray. She felt her wings break, and she did cry out, for she did not know what it meant. The angel’s wings healed into something new and gray. She felt the feathers grow back, new and gray, just like the rest of her. The angel felt the pieces of her halo pull themselves out of wherever they were and form anew. She no longer wept, for she had changed. She was stronger now. She smiled. The demon rose. She stared down at Hell and raged. She raged, and saw her tears streaming down into the abyss. She scrabbled for something to pull her toward the depths, but there was nothing she could do. All the demon could do was stare and rage. She felt something then. She felt the skin being stripped from her wings. But she did not cry out. She felt her horns shatter into a hundred thousand pieces she felt those pieces sting her eyes and her back and her legs and her everything. But still, she did not cry out. She screamed something. She screamed “Why? What have I done that is so wrong that not even Hell itself will have me?” The demon felt her wings begin to tear from her back. She said no. She felt her red eyes begin to fade into blindness and she said no. The demon felt something fade away from the hundred thousand pieces of her horns. It was replaced with something new and gray. She felt her wings snap at the joints, and she did cry out, for she did not know what it meant. The demon’s wings healed into something new and gray. She felt feathers grow, new and gray, just like the rest of her. The demon felt the pieces of her horns pull themselves out of wherever they were and form anew. She no longer wept, for she had changed. She was stronger now. She smiled.
i got bored and looked up a bnha quirk generator, put in sinylene for the name, and i got a ‘nightmare creation’ quirk. idk what that means but i like it
I had an idea for a story, here’s the rough draft
The angel fell. She stared up at Heaven and wept. She wept, and saw her tears streaming out above her. She reached out a hand toward the sky, but there was nothing she could do. All the angel could do was stare and weep. She felt something then. She felt the feathers being stripped from her wings. But she did not cry out. She felt her halo shatter into a hundred thousand pieces she felt those pieces sting her eyes and her back and her legs and her everything. But still, she did not cry out. She whispered something. She whispered “Why? What have I done that is so wrong that I have been cast out of Heaven?” The angel felt her wings begin to change and become leathery. She said no. She felt horns begin to push out from her skull and she said no. The angel felt something fade away from the hundred thousand pieces of her halo. It was replaced with something new and gray. She felt her wings break, and she did cry out, for she did not know what it meant. The angel’s wings healed into something new and gray. She felt the feathers grow back, new and gray, just like the rest of her. The angel felt the pieces of her halo pull themselves out of wherever they were and form anew. She no longer wept, for she had changed. She was stronger now. She smiled. The demon rose. She stared down at Hell and raged. She raged, and saw her tears streaming down into the abyss. She scrabbled for something to pull her toward the depths, but there was nothing she could do. All the demon could do was stare and rage. She felt something then. She felt the skin being stripped from her wings. But she did not cry out. She felt her horns shatter into a hundred thousand pieces she felt those pieces sting her eyes and her back and her legs and her everything. But still, she did not cry out. She screamed something. She screamed “Why? What have I done that is so wrong that not even Hell itself will have me?” The demon felt her wings begin to tear from her back. She said no. She felt her red eyes begin to fade into blindness and she said no. The demon felt something fade away from the hundred thousand pieces of her horns. It was replaced with something new and gray. She felt her wings snap at the joints, and she did cry out, for she did not know what it meant. The demon’s wings healed into something new and gray. She felt feathers grow, new and gray, just like the rest of her. The demon felt the pieces of her horns pull themselves out of wherever they were and form anew. She no longer wept, for she had changed. She was stronger now. She smiled.
I have seen that pastor before, and he seems to think that hate is the way to win.
I had an idea: a lesbian werewolf and a lesbian vampire. It’s double gay because in everything ever werewolves and vampires are enemies and not supposed to like each other
