if u see me going thru yr blog and reblogging every single picture of david bowie and saying some fucked up shit in the tags no u dont actually
gonna kill tae for enabling me like this
lets play a game of “are people looking at me weird or is it just social anxiety”
i would like everyone to know i FUCK and if you say i don’t then i’m glad you enjoy being wrong because i do, in fact, fuck
lmao imagine being able to wear feminine clothes without wanting to burst into flames
i hate the idea that i exist to other people bc no tf i don’t.
*sends art to a discord server and immediately sees something wrong with it*
me seeing ppl i used to know from the ind*e rpc interacting with me screm
idk how i feel about the concept that theres a nonzero chance onion has visited this blog at some point in the past 6 months. Like, i post opinions here
ok but realistically tommy is only at parties to dissociate outside with the knowledge that he’s almost anonymous and no one gives a shit who he is
bitches who are me can’t not feel horrible… all they know is hyperfixate, be sad, avoid things, be annoying, take medication, & lie
you ever get sad and every time you think to reach out to someone about it you feel too embarrassed so you hold your feelings in and lay in bed until you give yourself a headache?
maybe i will carry this crush on my back until it falls off or pays rent
me: *makes art in order to bypass the intangible barrier that surrounds me*
friends and loved ones: *have bypassed the barrier*
me: no not like that
honestly anon? thank you, my goal is to feel like a social experiment
tumblr pls pls just let me lock this blog like twt allows users to lock i cant take it on here anymore i dont want hoes looking at me.
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i wish i didn’t exist in other people’s memories
sometimes I think about all the times that I looked at myself in the mirror and thought you know at the right angle someone could think I was a man and the way that was a hallmark of a good outfit. not necessarily good looking or cute, but a good outfit. and I think about the fact that apparently most people don’t spend hours staring at their ceiling thinking about the nature of gender and where they fit into it and like. the question of whether the anorexia or the body dysphoria came first and I think am I trans?????? am I?????????