hthr

i think the fact that "transandrophobia" was coined by a detrans nazi twerf should have been the end of the conversation right there. the fact that some people are still using it is actually insane. there's no hope for you.

need to be more resources for dabblers

i dont wanna spend a small fortune on a membership and classes to learn woodworking i wanna borrow a table saw for a few hours, knock out my project, and return it to from whence it came

applies to lots of crafts. i’m not looking to develop new hobbies, just do individual projects

sorry. its too late. ive already pictured us a sisters, almost the same age but im just a few months younger, and im leaning on your shoulder while we watch tv. checkmate.

at the tboy house going stanley steemer on that carpet like suckin crumbs out n shit but im tryna get him to like shift like reposition like redjust the whole arrangement so i can keep surreptitiously peeking over the fupa at the tee vee cuz i got weirdly and uncharacteristically engrossed in the critical role he put on before he put down the stickerbombed limescale bong and started sort of halfheartedly shaking that «thang» at me while making Davis Square Somerville Massachusetts type eyes at me from the other end of his grandma's old couch he got after college

it's more about cultural connotation

i was emesissy please reblog to help me find friends ;m;

i have tested positive for tzatziki

whats cool about being trans is my parents are totally right. i did kill their beautiful son. im the thing that animates his corpse in an ever more convincing parody of a happy girl. i devoured him from the inside out and now there is nothing left of him and he is dead dead dead and there is only me, with my hollow eyes and dark eyeliner and long hair, and my big smile. my limp, effeminate gestures belie the marionetting of the boy they loved. my fagginess is his death. already his body becomes a fitter home for my parasitism in full; the tits, the hips, the thighs. sorry about your kid. thanks for the biomass <3

the unfortunate side effect of developing a more critical eye for fan behaviour as a product of society™️ is that new fan takes on a piece of media become fairly predictable. oh the white guy with daddy issues is your favourite? you think the asian man is an adorable subby cinnamon roll? you think the woman in a position of authority is either mom-coded or a total bitch? say less

girls. my loves. my sisters. whom i adore. your skirt should sit at your natural waist, which is the thinnest part of your torso. above the hips below the ribcage. likely the waistband will cover your navel.

sometimes I have to stop myself from posting shit like "who made replacing a bike chain so erotic" because I remember the number of people who see my posts and I have to take a step back and reconsider my choices. sometimes I have to hide my true and sincere thoughts in a post about how I'm not posting them because it is funnier this way

whatever. it's just reaching between all its delicate parts to wrench out its guts with lots of sweating and straining. while it's upside down and immobilised. and then it's just taking the slick and shiny new chain and feeding it gently through gears and between metal before pulling it taut until the derailleur is extended and the chain clicks into place and can no longer be removed. I; think I'm bicycle. I mean bisexual