actually insane to me that tumblr is a place where you can be so good at being horny you make friends about it

Where's it made? Who brought it here? How much were they paid? Who makes it? Is it made in separate parts and put together? How much were they all paid to do this? Where do they get the materials? Who paid for that? Who brings it there? How much were they paid? Who streamlined the base materials? How much were they paid? Who gathered the base materials? Where? How much were they paid? Is it good for them? Is it good for us? Is it good for the land? Is it necessary? Is it biodegradable? How much does it hurt? Do I need it? Do I even want it?

its difficult to know if youre being reasonably cautious or unreasonably paranoid if you are transgender

parliamentlive should have a twitch style live chat so i can get one million sockpuppets banned for telling MPs to kill themselves

There inventing a new kind of sadness and its called "the look in a trans woman's eye when she looks at a public swimming pool"

how do you stick to a creative endeavour for more than 3 days at a time

lifelong depression has absolutely fried my brain everyone tells me "just do the thing you want to do and enjoy doing in order to improve at it" and i look at them like they're a fucking alien with unnatural powers

i tell them "you could not possibly understand how many times I've tried and failed to do that" then they look at me like I'm the alien. i guess i am the alien. living should not feel like such a burden to me

do u think sinkdog yearns to run on all fours. do u think sinkdog wants to growl and howl with a pack to call her own. do u think sinkdog craves freedom from her imposed domesticity, dreams of bathing in rivers unfathomably larger than the water that runs through her, desires a life that is free and covered in dirt and smells like dirt too and she never has to swallow soap ever again if she does not want to or do you think she’s like. so into doing the dishes it doesn’t even cross her mind

They're making pig tunnels vast underground networks of pig tunnels barely fit the beast in pig tunnels tubes of dirt and sand and stone ten to twenty feet down pig tunnels huffing puffing snorting pig tunnels right under all of us pig tunnels pigs weaving in and out of pig tunnels clambering frightened through the darkness for hours pig tunnels and where are the entrances and exits to pig tunnels where do they get the pigs for this pig tunnels

you're stuck in second person but you actually kinda like it here

sadism is literally cute. its really really cute.