i am such a brick that the city mandated my use as a building material after the Great Fire of 1849

some more skull studies (winter edition)

#art

if you’re the kind of person that yells at an elderly disabled person for making the bus stop for too long, i cannot emphasize enough how much you are going to die unloved and burn in hell. fuck you.

that pure unfiltered grief when you wake up from a dream where you look like you want to

second day in a row where i don’t feel like eating anything. i’m sure that’s fine.

every nice thing i’ve ever said about myself has been a lie in service of making other people feel comfortable

👈 this bitch is an ugly mess

i love being unemployable. i love having no marketable skills. i love being completely dependent on someone who doesn’t even see me as a full person. i love hating myself.

cis people talk to trans people for reasons other than stroking your own ego and sense of righteousness challenge, difficulty: impossible

one time i asked one of my guy friends if he ever found me attractive, and the look of abject panic on his face as he tried to think how not to upset me was so visceral, that instead of waiting for an answer i got up and left.

we didn’t talk for weeks after that. humiliating.

it’s been over 2 years since i came out to my wife, and she still misgenders and deadnames me by mistake when she’s stressed or tired or out of it.

it hurts deeply to know that the person most supportive of my transition doesn’t really see me as a woman and is just humoring me to spare my feelings.

trans people will tell you that hrt is magic, but it’s just medicine. sometimes medicine doesn’t do what it’s supposed to. sometimes medicine makes things worse.

hrt wrecked my fabulous skinny frame by slapping a huge gut on the front and doing nothing else. no hips, no tits, no ass, nothing.

it’s actually a good thing i don’t have any trans friends because who wants to be the girl who gets invited out to make the other girls feel better about themselves

oops i posted so bad it made katie break keyfabe

i am such a brick that the city mandated my use as a building material after the Great Fire of 1849

i am such a brick that cops leave little piles of me around planned protests

this is an alt and no, i’m not telling you who for.

i’m using this account to blast all the hateful shit i believe about myself into a controlled space.

block me if you don’t wanna see that, it probably won’t even be funny anyway.