So, yesterday we had our first test and it was history (G's subject). He didn't stop looking at me while I took the test. He was a little sick and had a bad nose, so every time he blew his nose for some reason he looked at me 🫠🫠
Also, a boy went to ask G a VERY stupid question and after the boy sat down he (my TC) looked at my face for a LONG time and giggled, of course I laughed too. But seriously, he kept staring at me until I stopped looking at him (it took me a while to look at G again when I looked away, but when I looked at him HE WAS STILL LOOKING AT ME).
as upset as i sometimes get about not passing, i still love what transitioning is doing for/to my body so much. like i never get sick of seeing how hairy i’m getting, i’m impatient for more facial hair and so excited to have stubble and one side burn (and i would love for both side burns to come in.) my chest hair has started coming in the past few weeks and THATS been a thrill.
every time i hear myself singing and actually like how i sound? every time i laugh weird and sound like my brother, who i love so much? every time i see a friend for the first time in awhile
it’s just, life has been so hard for like, a year and a half now, and while i do think i’m finally on the upswing, there’s a lot of new trauma to deal with. but one thing i’ve learned from all this is how to take care of myself so, so well. i can love and care for myself now in ways i never imagined being possible. and having a body that actually brings me joy makes that so much easier.
and like, it’s especially resonant to have a body that actually brings JOY when i’ve had chronic pain since i was 12. when this all started because i got a new disability. my body can do less and hurts more and i still love it more. its harder to care for, but i’m trying harder.
transitioning has saved my life in SO many ways i could not be more grateful that i finally did it
I think the reason I truly love the concept of the backrooms, liminal spaces and liminality in general is because they are far from scary or unnerving for me; don't get me wrong I love all the creepy lore about the entities that border on the creepypasta genre as a whole or rather as "the campfire tales of the internet" as I lovingly like to call them, but there's something intrinsically sad and beautiful about liminality.
The fact that there's no destination to be reached, that there's no way out of the endless corridors of moldy yellow wallpaper and fuzzing neon lights, the endless suburbia or the poolrooms, is very similar to a lot of people's real lives in the sense that they spent years in waiting for something to happen, for a destination to be reached; that may be anything, from working at a job you don't like till the prospect of a better one arises and the kind of excitement and anxiety one feels as they change the course of their life; from dating and/or hooking up in the hopes of meeting that one true love the movie industry (falsely) taught you to wish for; from the change of your body to someone you have no memories with but with whom the best-and worst- memories might yet be created.
Liminality is present to most people's lives whether they realise it or not; and for most of them the first instinct is to get out of that twilight zone between being and not being, happening and not happening; but for some of us, liminality is all we know to be truly safe: you never know if the destination you so wish to reach is the one you really need to get to; perhaps the life you so seek lies in the waiting, in the travelling, in that zone of grey.
Surrender happily to perfect summers / Thinking of love... all-night, pink ribbons snake around our life. / Lovely and warm.
i love this piece because its soso pretty and happy. the vibe is really obvious and tbh it was very wholesome to make. i kinda imagined what i wanted my future to look like and it was very pink. these two pages mean a lot to me in that regard, because i really poured my heart out here. i hope you guys like it <3<3<3
The battle between wanting to follow people because I'm getting more active on tumblr in a non-journal way, but being scared they'll see my emo posts, but not wanting to private my emo posts, but, but, but
Mmmm I just. Love it when unavoidable life events are also Very Triggering and upsetting to me, but I HAVE to make myself go through it anyway. God I wish I were in therapy so I could learn how to handle this shit better than just distracting myself as much as possible every waking second until I literally Cannot.