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Hey did you ever like, stop being a huge asshole?
lmao havent checked my inbox on this blog in years, this is hilarious
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this user has post traumatic stress disorder
me: ugh i have a splitting headache…
me: ..haha and a splitting personality
Team “I imagined a scenario too hard and it upset me”
when things in ur life dont add up... start subtracting...
you know whats bs? the fact that many disorders are only diagnosed if theyre “a significant hindrance to your functioning” except, neurodivergent people are literally forced to “function” in a world made for neurotypical people, so how can you even tell what impairs our function when we’ve been forced since birth to act as though we’re functioning perfectly fine and to push ourselves to unhealthy limits to do so
Favorite Person™: *responds in one word answers, doesn't seem to enjoy being around me*
Me: incredible. I Love To Die
HELP JACK GET TOP SURGERY
y’all today was WILD.
it was a day of many firsts. it was my first time visiting san antonio. it was also the first time a cashier at arby’s told me to do a survey and put down that he was cute in it. probably most notably, though, was the fact that today i flashed my chest to a very pretty nurse and a doctor wearing a very loud, beautiful shirt for the first time in my life.
the next time he sees my chest, we’re going to take things to the next level and he’s going to take my titties off.
it’s a very unique relationship we have.
today, my titties got an eviction notice: march 14th, 2017. my days of being an Actual Titty Monster™ will finally end. chest dysphoria will finally end. on march 14th, 2017, i will put on a bra to the surgery center, and then i will take it off, and i will never put it on again.
how fucking surreal is that
but i still need help getting there, my tubular dudes.
my pre-op appointment, where they run all the labs and shit, is on february 28th, 2017, and i have to have the entire amount for my surgery – the whole shebang, the whopping $7,995 – by then.
today, i left a $200 deposit to schedule my surgery, which goes toward the total amount. currently, i have $3,000 already put away for the surgery. realistically, i think i can save another $2,000-$2,500 on my own between now and then.
the remaining $3,000 is where i’m gonna need some help.
if you can spare $1, $5, or even just 50 cents (that’s 25 cents per titty) then i would be so fucking grateful.
but if you can’t donate, i totally understand! times are rough, man. money is tight. shit is fucked. donald trump is running for president. there’s clowns everywhere. it’s brutal. i feel ya. don’t sweat it. even giving this a simple reblog would really help me out.
if you’ve got a fic request or something, i’d be down with doing that in exchange for a donation!! star trek, voltron, gargoyles, jessica jones, atla, lok, steven universe, etc….hmu and i’m sure we can work something out.
anyway, i love y’all. thanks again. xoxox
UPDATE
we are in the double digits my friends!!! my top surgery is only 99 days away! the date that the total amount of my top surgery is due is only 85 days away!
thanks to all of you, the fundraiser is nearly halfway there - $1,380 out of $3,000 has been raised. that’s fucking. unbelievable tbh. i’ve cried more than once about this i’m ngl
because of the $3,000 already put aside, what’s in the fundraiser puts me at over halfway to the total $7,995 needed for the surgery.
i’m so, so close, and i would not be this close without all of you!!
i know the holidays are coming up, and everyone is strapped tight for cash, and now donald trump is president, so everything sucks, like in general? believe me, i understand not having the funds to donate even if you want to. don’t sweat it! but if you do have a couple bucks that could help little ol’ me with the ol’ titty eviction, man, that would be sweet.
reblogs help too!
thanks for you time and happy holidays.
xoxox
my surgery is now only 78 days away, but the day the money is due is only 65 days away!! the fund has been sitting pretty quiet for the last couple weeks (which i totally understand as it was the holidays and everything) but i’m really starting to worry now that i won’t make it. please please share!!!
xoxox
LESS THAN $1,100 TO GO!! 60 days left!!! i’m so close and y'all have carried me there, thank you so much 💕
UPDATE 1/1/17
Y ‘ A L L I’M CRYING there are tears all over my shitty chromebook rn
BECAUSE OF ALL OF YOU, only $836 is needed to complete the fund!!
i. am. over. the. fucking. moon. i just got done telling my partner that if the fund gets filled, i’m positive i can pull this off by february 28th, but was anxious about not making it – it seems like every time i get nervous, the universe does me a fucking solid. i love y’all. i love my partner.
2017 is already looking far better than 2016 ever did, and i can’t thank you guys enough.
LITERALLY ECSTATIC, GONNA GO CRY SOME MORE NOW
please keep sharing if you can!! i love you!!!
for those who have asked, i do have paypal!! it’s [email protected] 💜
HELP JACK GET TOP SURGERY
y’all today was WILD.
it was a day of many firsts. it was my first time visiting san antonio. it was also the first time a cashier at arby’s told me to do a survey and put down that he was cute in it. probably most notably, though, was the fact that today i flashed my chest to a very pretty nurse and a doctor wearing a very loud, beautiful shirt for the first time in my life.
the next time he sees my chest, we’re going to take things to the next level and he’s going to take my titties off.
it’s a very unique relationship we have.
today, my titties got an eviction notice: march 14th, 2017. my days of being an Actual Titty Monster™ will finally end. chest dysphoria will finally end. on march 14th, 2017, i will put on a bra to the surgery center, and then i will take it off, and i will never put it on again.
how fucking surreal is that
but i still need help getting there, my tubular dudes.
my pre-op appointment, where they run all the labs and shit, is on february 28th, 2017, and i have to have the entire amount for my surgery – the whole shebang, the whopping $7,995 – by then.
today, i left a $200 deposit to schedule my surgery, which goes toward the total amount. currently, i have $3,000 already put away for the surgery. realistically, i think i can save another $2,000-$2,500 on my own between now and then.
the remaining $3,000 is where i’m gonna need some help.
if you can spare $1, $5, or even just 50 cents (that’s 25 cents per titty) then i would be so fucking grateful.
but if you can’t donate, i totally understand! times are rough, man. money is tight. shit is fucked. donald trump is running for president. there’s clowns everywhere. it’s brutal. i feel ya. don’t sweat it. even giving this a simple reblog would really help me out.
if you’ve got a fic request or something, i’d be down with doing that in exchange for a donation!! star trek, voltron, gargoyles, jessica jones, atla, lok, steven universe, etc….hmu and i’m sure we can work something out.
anyway, i love y’all. thanks again. xoxox
UPDATE
we are in the double digits my friends!!! my top surgery is only 99 days away! the date that the total amount of my top surgery is due is only 85 days away!
thanks to all of you, the fundraiser is nearly halfway there - $1,380 out of $3,000 has been raised. that’s fucking. unbelievable tbh. i’ve cried more than once about this i’m ngl
because of the $3,000 already put aside, what’s in the fundraiser puts me at over halfway to the total $7,995 needed for the surgery.
i’m so, so close, and i would not be this close without all of you!!
i know the holidays are coming up, and everyone is strapped tight for cash, and now donald trump is president, so everything sucks, like in general? believe me, i understand not having the funds to donate even if you want to. don’t sweat it! but if you do have a couple bucks that could help little ol’ me with the ol’ titty eviction, man, that would be sweet.
reblogs help too!
thanks for you time and happy holidays.
xoxox
my surgery is now only 78 days away, but the day the money is due is only 65 days away!! the fund has been sitting pretty quiet for the last couple weeks (which i totally understand as it was the holidays and everything) but i’m really starting to worry now that i won’t make it. please please share!!!
xoxox
LESS THAN $1,100 TO GO!! 60 days left!!! i’m so close and y'all have carried me there, thank you so much 💕
UPDATE 1/1/17
Y ‘ A L L I’M CRYING there are tears all over my shitty chromebook rn
BECAUSE OF ALL OF YOU, only $836 is needed to complete the fund!!
i. am. over. the. fucking. moon. i just got done telling my partner that if the fund gets filled, i’m positive i can pull this off by february 28th, but was anxious about not making it – it seems like every time i get nervous, the universe does me a fucking solid. i love y’all. i love my partner.
2017 is already looking far better than 2016 ever did, and i can’t thank you guys enough.
LITERALLY ECSTATIC, GONNA GO CRY SOME MORE NOW
please keep sharing if you can!! i love you!!!
I hate not being able to explain things properly. I hate thinking in chunks and not in sentences. I hate how people always use that to take advantage of me in an argument .
me: i don’t want to be mentally ill me, but quieter: but i also don’t want to recover because i don’t know who i’d be without my mental illnesses since they are practically my personality and recovery seems scary and it seems the only point of my life is to hurt because that’s all i’ve ever known. somehow mental illness is a comfort blanket even though it is the reason i need a comfort blanket to begin with and the world beyond this seems oddly confusing and terrifying
what i want to be: calm. strong. patient. loving. ready to protect all innocents. smelling like a forest in spring. lowkey an actual dragon.
what i am: 17 traumas in a trenchcoat. too much mental illness to function. angry just because. cries uncontrollably. afraid of everyone.
Person: why can't you look people in the eyes?
me: abuse™