i have no thoughts and i must think

Now picture doing all that with barely any memories, believing your parents are gone forever, and the only consistent adult in your life is a "lawyer" who you maybe see once in a blue moon.

Now picture that the kid you're looking after is hyperactive, only two years younger than you, and has about as much survival instinct as a smooth-brained goldfish. So even if you DO end up somewhere with adult supervision—say, Westover Hall—it's still completely exhausting to deal with that.

Bianca di Angelo did better than some full-grown ADULTS could only ever dream of.

But she never should have HAD to in the first place.

And to rub salt in the wound—when she finally catches a break—she gets killed off after like, a week.

And you'd think that would be the ultimate way out, right? I mean, you're DEAD. How could you possibly still have to deal with—

Oh, never mind. Your little brother is now absolutely hellbent on contacting you and bringing you back, despite the fact that you're told him to stop multiple times. So even in DEATH, you can't get a moment's peace from this kid, and you have to choose reincarnation just because HE can't let go, and you have to suffer the consequences. (This is not Nico shade).

it's kinda like your marca registrada

or like a slogan

that fits you

Reblog if trans men are REAL, VALID AND HANDSOME MEN, NO MATTER HOW THEY CHOOSE TO PASS

Reblog if trans women are REAL, VALID, AND BEAUTIFUL WOMEN, NO MATTER HOW THEY CHOOSE TO PASS

And finally, because it's a part of my argument for this point, and also because they are,

“what’s in your pants?” props

“what were you born as?” a silly lil thing