Just bought my first chest binders.. taking that first step into my transition from ftm

Not me dying from this heatwave in Paris 💀

Actually loving life rn something bad is about to happen isn’t there

Starting a new job tomorrow, moving into a new place with my girlfriend in two weeks, I’m more social, my psychiatrist is great, I’m better at handling my anxiety and I’m six months cocaine-clean. Life’s actually pretty good.

The urge to get new tattoos but being too poor to get them done

My mother, who has been abusing me my whole life and with whom I have been having minimal contact, just advised that we “forget what happened between us and moved on” and I cannot express how angry this makes me. Like everything that’s happened can just be forgotten. Just like that. Fuck that, fuck abusive parents who won’t own up to anything. I won’t forget, she can be damned sure of that.