aviel

as someone who isn't a binary trans boy and can't really fully settle into one gender identity, there's something poetic about finally wanting to wear skirts and not feeling like wanting to crawl out of my skin every two seconds of it

i was using my humble modes of transportation today and a person walked past me wearing a shirt with blue pink and white strips. y'know the pattern, yes. at first i thought i was hallucinating excruciating amounts of transness but they were deadass slaying in it without anyone batting an eye. and i found myself forming a little kinship with them

if you assume all trans men are submissive i'm gonna bite you and not in the fun way

this disability pride month, let's stop normalizing being ableist to strangers!

wait #mymoots is wearing a skirt with a buzzcut a good idea or a good idea

i might be a weirdo, but i'm real though

we could be gay and piled with cheap cup noodles but no you have to live 38363837 miles away

every character can be headcanon'd as trans or aro or ace if tried hard enough.

alright y'all pack it up pride month is over time for the queers (not the band) to disappear until next june

acne is so attractive to me. and i don't mean the tiny, invisible ones only. i mean the angry, red ones that hurt if you graze your fingers against the skin. something about it makes me feel so. ugh.

emo foreplay is applying huge amounts of messy eyeliner on each other and DIY'ing safety pin necklaces and aggressively arguing about how capitalism sucks while i don't care if you're contagious plays in the background