Sheenie Enthusiast

most of these girls, princess included, are only alive because of the connections they made on this website. and staff is actively killing them by ripping these support systems away. this was Princess's only way of making enough money to get by, just like so many trans women tumblr tries to kill

if you could, please send princess and faer partner crow some money, help keep them alive this winter. they've had some expenses recently that have drained all they've got

c@sh@pp: $dragonforgedbutch , $StrayNova

most of these girls, princess included, are only alive because of the connections they made on this website. and staff is actively killing them by ripping these support systems away. this was Princess's only way of making enough money to get by, just like so many trans women tumblr tries to kill

if you could, please send princess and faer partner crow some money, help keep them alive this winter. they've had some expenses recently that have drained all they've got

c@sh@pp: $dragonforgedbutch , $StrayNova

most of these girls, princess included, are only alive because of the connections they made on this website. and staff is actively killing them by ripping these support systems away. this was Princess's only way of making enough money to get by, just like so many trans women tumblr tries to kill

if you could, please send princess and faer partner crow some money, help keep them alive this winter. they've had some expenses recently that have drained all they've got

c@sh@pp: $dragonforgedbutch , $StrayNova

🪽 A demon in disguise 😈

it’s been 9 years since i wrote this. i was experiencing 24/7 anxiety so badly that i needed serious medication. these days in the back of my car is an “emergency party box.” when people admit they no longer really celebrate their birthday; i tell them to put the sash on and queue up kesha, we’re going bowling or something. these days i can’t spin around without finding something i am enamored with. these days i list 3 things i’m grateful for before i fall asleep. you’re probably one of them, just by virtue of you existing.

at the time i wrote this, i was suffering through a severe panic attack literally every night. i tortured my brother with constant 2 AM calls just to hear someone else breathing, because i couldn’t be alone in the silence.

i rarely wish i was still 23 even though ironically i had more hope back then. what i can tell you is this: i love the same way, but bigger now. i’ve worn the velvet cape to several business meetings. i spent thursday in a crop top without caring what my stomach looked like.

i told her i like her; i often dress as a witch. i still got glass in my foot this morning. i’ve kissed maybe a thousand people since then and met a million more than that; passing like the shadow of a hammerhead in trains and planes and buses.

i saw you, beloved, there, maybe, on platform in south station. you didn’t speak, but you said: i struggle to give the nothing meaning. the nothing fills up everything. it is just loud and yellowed panicked silence. i can’t stop shaking.

on the roof, birds curl together against the chilled spring wind. the sky outside of the craft store was an iridescent pink. the nothing already had meaning; you are giving it meaning by witnessing.