Bits of Life, Death, & in between

I’m a 18-year-old art student (although not in school right now)

you might call me Ray/Rodri!

I speak Spanish and English, and live in my little beautiful heaven, Uruguay!

I'm a trans male, as gay as can be, and proud of it! I use he/it/they pronouns

I’m into a lot of stuff: DC comics, metal family, emo culture, horror movies (though I hate body horror)

MCR, PTV, SOAD BMTH, Nirvana, Green Day, Paramore, P!atd FOB, FIR etc :3

My current hyperfixation changes around once a day at this point lol

I’m really slow at social cues, so tone indicators are appreciated!

DNI (Do not interact) if:

you’re racist, sexist, homophobic, transphobic, ableist, etc. 

you support pedophilia/MAPs, zoophilia, incest, etc.

you’re here to start drama/troll

you don’t respect pronouns/identities

anti-recovery/“thinspo” accounts

overly NSFW accounts

any politics (I just dont get it with my dumb dog brain)

people who steal art/writing

people who are in favor of AI for generative purposes

My country is too pretty not to share >:3

ART DUMP <3

So, happy birthday to me. I decided to write about myself, about how I’ve been feeling lately. I really like to write, and I haven’t done it publicly in a while.

My life has been a rollercoaster of emotions, going from crying myself to sleep, to sleeping peacefully and waking up energized. All it took was one crucial change that made me happier than ever.

I’m now 18. Older. An adult, as some would call me. But I don’t feel changed, not really, other than the growing dysphoria that never seems to leave, no matter how many layers, packers, or binders I wear.

Still, I know I’m capable of a lot especially living the way I want to live. Next year, I’ll go to my dream school. After that, college for a graphic design and visual communications degree. Then, I’ll make comics for a living, like I’ve dreamed of so many nights, and even days.

It’s been a month now since I last harmed myself. No cutting. No purging. No telling myself I’m worthless, cruel, or hateful, as I did for nearly a year.

Kindness is hypocritical.

Then let us be hypocrites one time.

And that way, treat eachother kindly once more.

I'm a hypocrite.