I am so fucking close to meeting god:>

No more waiting, no more debating, go get your hrt. "I don't know if I'm really trans!" You are. Now go. "I'm scared!" We all were. Now go. "There's a long wait to be seen!" Go get your name on the list then. DIY if you need. "What if my friends don't accept me?" They weren't really your friends. Now go. "What if my spouse doesn't accept me?" Get a divorce. Now go. You do not need to continue to live in agony and depression to pretend to be someone else. Go get your hrt.

HAPPY TO SAY I have my first gender doctor appointment in a month :>

Guy who is touch starved but emotionally repressed goading you into punching him for completely normal reasons

Me in middle school, god I was such a little freak

I fear I may be doing what sixteen year old year you was doing, sorry to everyone who goes through my blog

i know it's such low hanging fruit of an analysis but i really cant stop thinking about the backrooms and how it's the perfect allegory to ptsd i really can't. the backrooms as a setting as a metaphysical representation of the amygdala, the hallways the different thought patterns and defense mechanisms you carve into yourself. the constant remembering over and over, even if you dont remember it right. stuck in these same halls, in our same loops, but they change too don't they. never changing enough to make an exit, though. how perfectly clark exhibits the avoidance behaviors of ptsd. how perfectly mary exhibits that intellectual understanding isn't enough when dealing with ptsd, and how she knows it isn't enough, and it's why she can't stand to look at the async scientist in the end because she knows jsut knowing isn't going to change anything at all about how hard it's going to be when we actually DEAL with the backrooms if we deal with it at all. the still life kills clark he second he decides he isn't going to change. the thought of ptsd literally eating you a fucking live if you let it catch up to you like jesus christ i's jsut so very poignant to me

why is this post completely broken in every way imaginable

It’ll be almost impossible to find this post unless it wanders across your dash.

It wandered across mine. I shall help it travel forward.

this is not a place of honor

Oh hey post of Ozymandius, good to see you again standing on your feet in a desert where no one remembers you

why is this post completely broken in every way imaginable

It’ll be almost impossible to find this post unless it wanders across your dash.

It wandered across mine. I shall help it travel forward.

this is not a place of honor

Oh hey post of Ozymandius, good to see you again standing on your feet in a desert where no one remembers you