One Such Self

You should find a country and go get a digitized archive of one of its late 1800s to early 1900s newspaper publications and just spend a week reading the newspaper. It's really fun

Gotta be 100% real with you, the only reason I'm learning to draw is to satisfy my need to draw yaoi of my glasses and Lamotrigine together

crying in the bathroom while listening to rave music at painful volumes and thinking about sexual trauma is one hell of a vibe ngl

I fucking NEED a boyfriend I can make dungeon synth with please oh my god i need it please cuddling while making weird music would be so nice oh my fucking god

Got told "You seem way more present now that you're on your meds" and I think that's genuinely the happiest a single sentence has ever made me

I need the type of guy who will literally just lie about my body, like, "Mmm, your chest is so flat and smooth~! It looks so good, baby boy~," even though I have tits. Like yes lie so I can have gender euphoria, I'll suck dick in exchange

i'm on estrogen right now because i want to look fem, but i don't want tits, so is it like, stolen valor if i get them gone? like, will the Gender Police knock down my door like the Scott Pilgrim vegans and kill me because i killed my estrogen boobs