The Flea Chronicles

i would be cool as a character. sucks I have to be real life.

if I sadpost that's not me that the actual devil guys

sometimes i start to form an opinion about something and then i remember i don’t know shit about anything and i then i shut up. this is legitimately why i feel i can’t post online anymore djdjdhdgshwfwfdh

need2.,,, micro dose pleasent activi ty. ,,,::;;

love how this gc with my friend and my gf is still called “fuck did we make a polycule” bc the answer was discovered long ago and it was “absolutely tf not.”

i think it's soooo cute when well meaning cis boys assume every trans guy yearns to be him specifically. Like yea, of course I want your biology dumbass, but more than anything i'd like to surpass you in height, strength, speed, and agility. inside my head is the same never ending dick-measuring piss competition that's happening in yours. our insecurities are playing ping pong. can I dominate you or what.

sure my ex had a lot of red flags but the funniest one has got to be the time she dreamt of me pregnant giving birth to fleas. not a whole bunch even, just like.... 2. wtf. why would you dream that. stop.

Psychology is Wack. I'm moving onto philosophy bitches. My therapist is gonna hate my ass even more somehow.

am I autistic or just Terrible. hm.

really pissed off about being depressed because I'm on testosterone and that's great and I can't comprehend the fact that having the correct hormones in you doesn't automatically make everything rainbows and kittens. i feel like i should be jumping for joy every single second because I wanted this so bad. instead im now focused on misery in the other areas of my life. lol. welp.

becomes my own sub/dom dynamic in order to override executive dysfunction