Isthatmorbidica - Morbidica?

I’ve loved them since I’ve seen them

various JT doodles, with pacific rim AU in the second image

Reblog daily for health and prosperity

Dream home 💚

I don't know how to describe it, but genderfluidity gives me probably the weirdest type of gender envy and dysphoria. I have been feeling my AGAB for a while now, but watching Juno Birch and hearing her voice, kinda just flipped the switch and brought on gender dysphoria. I don't know how to explain my thoughts, but something about transfeminine presentations and being just give me gender envy when I feel dysphoric femininely. I don't know why, they don't do anything different, they're just women being women, but the way they present themselves, their style and mannerisms just feels....different to me. It just feels right, and it feels unattainable to me, but I don't see why. I don't know why.

where stars rest

Idk what trans man needs to hear this but you're NOT evil or disgusting for being a man. You do NOT have to suffer for the sins of the patriarchy committed by cis dudes. Being a man doesn't invalidate the misogyny you experienced growing up or experience now. Being a man doesn't mean you deserve to be isolated. Being a man doesn't mean you're inherently predatory or scary. You didn't "choose" this, and finding your true self is NOT "betraying the community" because you happen to be a man and/or masculine rather than a woman and/or feminine. You ARE allowed to be upset when people "affirm" your gender by malgendering you.

You DO deserve a community that uplifts you. You DO deserve to experience trans joy. You DO deserve to have your voices heard and your struggles recognized. Wanting the bare minimum of solidarity is NOT "making everything about trans men".

...hi, I draw 💕

I love being alone most of the time. It's the only state of being I know of how to be. Like a concrete flower. There, but not noticed, or acknowledged. Crying alone when nobody else is awake or around. Never having space to myself. Everybody wants to be involved now for themselves. I'm just tired, really. Tired of never feeling like I can achieve a deep emotional connection to anybody, or being completely myself because of things I can not help. It's just something too far out of my reach. I have to just accept my role of being the called upon one, who nurtures and cares for somebody, and being ditched when the person they really want comes back, but still being there. It's my birthright. My curse of life.

tell your cat i said pspsps

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god