unalived srry ☆*: .｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆

"my child is perfectly fine!!" ma'am your child is dead

Maybe if i had worn something different she would've listened.

dysphoria so bad i dont even have it anymore. this rotting tube of flesh simply cannot be contorted into even a mimicry of my shape

I wonder what being able to stay in bed for atleast a few days and my only expectation being 'survive' would do for my mental health lol. ah well, many such fantasies! :)

Sitting in my bed in boy clothes, having not slept a single wink since 7pm yesterday, listening to alt rock on loop, coding a shitty HTML website. this is so gender-affirming

art of bill cipher as a pathetic femcel

Whoops haha i accidentally made the mistake of looking at happy art of me and my source partner! haha!!! i can't take this anymore

this body been dead for a long time but one day someone else will take control of it and they'll get to see it live.

It feels like i, uh, could never be empty. and aren't i lucky? To have so much, and everyone has so little. How i wish to be empty, to belong in a society where everyone is shaped like a brick. Uh, the bricks beckon me, to my place on the wall. They make it so easy. "go to school!" they say. "get a job!" they say. "don't do drugs!" they say. "show up for the holidays!" they say. "make my misery your responsibility." they say. But i am shaped like a star. Cursed with so much depth, that i dont fit in that hole. How can i explain that? If not by making noise and, curating moments that appeal to my.. astigmatic vision. Oh how i wish to be empty! My pinky finger grows numb from trying to find a comfortable position to explain the depths of the star-shaped brick. Oh how i wish, how i wish. To be empty.

i just want to be medicated.