a smile i'd describe as "lightly hinged"

I got ffs yesterday and it turns out my transphobic stepmom died on the same day.

i thought it'd be months from now, ig i'm showing up to the funeral with a jaw bra. i feel so empty. she didn't have to do any of that. why did it have to turn out like this

I siphoned away the last vestiges of her divine feminine 🙏

my favorite genre of humor is alt text being just completely factual and somehow reading the image for filth

I don't think I exist

Do any other racialized transfems just feel like ghosts that have no sort of material impact or influence on anything. Or is it just me being weak again

Do you ever just shout "hey I'm right here I'm right here!" when everyone else talks about us over our heads.

Do you ever just feel like you're doing the same song and dance every week begging people to acknowledge your existence as an actual human being and not just a mythical concept that only exists to serve someone's argument. Doesn't it feel like a simulation?

I'm human. I'm not just your concept or your thesis. I'm human and I feel. It hurts.

Can I be a person? Can I laugh again? Can I hug and be hugged again? Can I have hobbies and interests again? Can I be someone's friend? Can someone be my friend?

Please let me exist. Please. I'm so tired of being a concept or a myth for people to use however they please. I don't want to be seen as lesser anymore. Please let me be real.

Self aggrandizing humor saves lives. I’m an authority on this since I’m legitimately the coolest girl in the world.

I got ffs yesterday and it turns out my transphobic stepmom died on the same day.

i thought it'd be months from now, ig i'm showing up to the funeral with a jaw bra. i feel so empty. she didn't have to do any of that. why did it have to turn out like this

im not interested in glory through combat anymore. i do not want to be a part of this shit.

on the battlefield again

its awesome as fuck to have an evil castle in a bog i get to just sit in my chambers everyday and watch as the forces of good slowly sink into the mud as they try to approach

why is the treeline rising

SINKING SINKING SINKING

hey guysss so unfortunately the rumors are true and im leaving the narrative. Buttt the good news is my absence will create such a gaping hole in your lives that it will become a sort of presence itself, and so in a way it will kind of be like i never left! But i am. Leaving just to be clear.

tshirt that says we are the daughters of the bisexual women u couldn't convince it was worth the social hit

moms love to get drunk and wish they'd stayed with kimberly. it's enrichment for them

asking a triad which one of them is the griffith

the conversation trails off as each girl disassociates thinking of how she'll be the one to ruin this, to drive the other two away as her issues get to be too much for them to handle. about how eventually she'll snap under the unbearable stress of her life and do something cruel that they won't forgive. that when she's cast out of eden, it will be alone, cold and dark with no eve to keep her company. eve is still living it up back in paradise, or whatever remains of it. knowing that if they see each other again, it will be as enemies, and none of their love that existed before will matter. all three of them are thinking this. one of them won't sleep a wink about it tonight. she has work in the morning. i, Chaser Screwtape, sit back in my chair and smile.