Pooltruther

You disassemble John? You disassemble John for eating peanuts and also doing countless atrocities? Oh! Oh! Disintegration for Mercymorn! Disintegration for ten thousand years!

fuck, marry, kill: the wound that won’t heal, the past you can’t undo, the ghost that keeps returning

This is actually the plot of the locked tomb

I gave my old earrings to a clown punk tgirl I know from work, and I gave the girl she loves a jar with flowers in. She taught me how to hug the way guys hug, the way they grasp each other's hands and use the momentum to pull each other in. I immediately tried it with my butch friend. They read a poem at my wedding and brought flowers for the café and in return I will give them free beer forever and ever amen. I gave my old clothes to my coworker that I'm not close with but see more often than I see my family. The shirts fit her curves better than they'll ever fit mine. My husband, straighter than the horizon where the ocean meets the sky, drove me to the pharmacy to pick up my first batch of testoserone gel. A transmasc friend gave me their old binders because they had surgery and won't use them anymore. Their best friend brought them socks and flannels and ramen noodles after their operation. The friend of many years who helped arrange the flowers at my wedding had this analysis of a character from their favorite show that dealt with the experience of transphobia and the way you exist in the minds of the people around you that hit me in the feeling so hard that I finally started T. He gave me a bracelet that says "only I decide who I am." I didn't tell my dad for the longest time because if I ever change my name I'll lose the name of the aunt who died before he was born that he lost and then had a child so he could name me after her. When I showed him the prescription, he just asked, "what will that do?" and I told him. I cut down a Christmas tree the day after I found out how much my health insurance costs and I think, "I am my father's son. I am my father's son. I am my father's son."

what do I want to be when I grow up? well, my friend is going to become the head of our planet to impress a girl and I'm going to become an unstoppable killing machine in his service. if that doesn't pan out, I might work in a cubicle.