Meant to post that poem elsewhere since has to abandon this blog... Whoops
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I don't know what I believe
Maybe God is a fraud
Or maybe it's like when somebody lets go of the bike
Expecting you to do it on your own
Yet here I am having crashed into a tree
Shoes and pants tangled in chains
My feelings are complicated
Childhood religion's in questions
I don't think it is honest enough
You got to put forth effort
You got to pray as if persistence gets results
Attending church doesn't magically cure depression
I only can speak for and live my life
Nothing's wrong with being gay or trans,etc
Family can be full of shit
I think everybody got it all twisted
Even for a so called progressive church
Still miles from getting basic concepts
And if my cousin loves girls
Who is everybody else to deem it wrong
Let her be free to do so
Without added stress
Cause I have been that route
Minus the accepting parents
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*strums guitar strings* I wish I was a cis boy
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like if you want to be a disembodied thought being
reblog if its due to dysphoria
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Trying to explain your sad be like-
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if ur dysphoric as fuck and want to smash ur entire body with a very large hammer clap ur hands
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Therapy appointment first thoughts: No thanks
After meeting the therapist: Okay finally I got an decent person who treats me like an person and what not
In other news this speech went down and it was wonderful
Therapist: Come on ask me a question isn’t fair to you to have to answer so many and not ask any
Me *panics*: Are you lgbt friendly?
Me mentally: I TAKE IT BACK BAD IDEA MY MOUTH JUST UGH
Therapist: Yeah are you supportive of the community or anything-mean I don’t know much but I’m not biased don’t have to reply back if you don’t want
Also notable mentions
Therapist: Compliments my unintentional sarcastic comments/the fact I smirked afterwards (Rarely smile around people,or feel at ease so points there)
Therapist: *says a thing that makes my day,possibly week*
Therapist: You sure you don’t want to go to the treat room and get something
Therapist: It’s okay-but do want you to bring that up later on
Therapist: Maybe I can learn from you-feel free to correct me
Therapist: I like it keeps me on my toes (Referring to how I use meh in an really interesting format of speech)
Walked in expecting to get emotionally exhausted,become moody
Walked out trying not to smile/holding back happy tears
Even was slightly truthful despite lying a good amount which was so weird
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nothing flashed before my eyes
no pretty angels, and no bright lights
all I saw was the devil’s soul
and it looked a hell of a lot like my own
bath salts // highly suspect (via overtxre)
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Favorite Things To Do After Top Surgery
-Sleep shirtless
-Work out
-Build my chest muscles
-Run
-Walk around in my underwear
-Stand up straight
-Shirtless selfies
-Buying new shirts (that I wear 40% of my day)
-Tank tops and douchebag shirts
-Massage my scars
-Put lotion on my nips
-Look at myself in the mirror
-Sending shirtless selfies to friends/family
-Change in the locker room
-Show off the progress I’ve made on my body
-Hugging people
-When someone playfully hits my chest or puts their hands on it
-Smiling
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