trash blog

no, no. these are horrors beyond your comprehension. i understand them, though. i desire them carnally.

I’m ready to be transformed by the ibuprofen . I’m ready to be born again in its purifying light.

found out that sex is only something you can imagine, not anything that actually happens irl. relieved is an understatement

I have to double-check every blog name with “rad” or “radical”, and I HATE IT, because rad/radical were some of my favorite words! people who don’t respect trans men/women aren’t radical, they’re tragical!!!

YOU ARE SO RIGHT HOMIE we gotta reclaim rad and radical as phrases only trans people can use forever now

you're telling me this guy's a bouncer? huh... and what does he bounce on, if you don't mind me asking...?

i am dumber & smarter than u think. do not estimate me

im not immune to how corsets make breasts look

We need at least two Octobers. One goes by too quickly.

the thing that really cheeses my cake about flies getting in my house is they clearly don't want to be there anyway. like at least the ants trying to steal cereal from my pantry had a goal and a plan. you are just here because you're too stupid to use a window twice

they should make a beverage from a plant steeped in warm water to extract its properties

I think it's a shame that "Oedipus complex" refers to fucking your mom instead of the actual point of his story, fulfilling your destiny through your attempts to avoid it. It just so happens his destiny was to fuck his mom

Yeah, I don’t know what Freud was thinking, but Oedipus very much did Not want to fuck his mom. He spent the entire play trying to avoid that, and then gauged out his eyes when he learned that he had anyway.

I think Freud was too caught up with the fantasy of fucking his mom to appreciate the themes of the story tbh

consulting the flowchart. aaaaaand yup you’re getting bitten

i’m in trenches you’ve never heard of