. ☡ . owen ฅ

when the new binder is supposed to make me feel euphoric but instead it makes me feel dysphoric as fuck because i’m not skinny like a real boy, i haven’t got a flat chest like a real boy, i have to wear a binder unlike a real boy and i’ll never be a real boy

no amount of words will describe the amount of love i have for this boy, he makes my world so much brighter on the darkest days i live. He makes me feel so happy and safe without even trying, he makes me feel so loved. thank for for treating me so well, i love you, brody.

doubting i’m trans because i don’t get that much top dysphoria until a WAAAAVE of everything dysphoria comes and stays for like 2 months straight

“there’s no need for pride marches” - my mother to her transgender gay son.

i hate food. i hate being associated with food. i hate when people ask me about food. i hate when people tell me to eat food. i hate how i have to eat food. i hate how i have a body weight. i hate how i have a weight. i hate having to maintain this body. i hate having this body.

when i get yelled at for the 3rd time already at 10am but it’s okay because the heat is stressing my mum out and gives her every reason to blame me for everything

when he’s kissing my neck but im lowkey easy