Luna ⏾

She/Her | 20s | Uninterested | 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️ Metalhead puppygirl's Spotify thing 🦴

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Welcome to my blog! ♡

.⋆.˚✧ – About me – ✧˚.⋆.

I'm Ana, a 5'4 trans girl and psychology student in my early 20s. I identify as a dog (yes, seriously, not a joke) and I am neurodivergent.

As such, my blog is a safe space to all those who identify with, or simply love, animals. Woof? Woof.

My interests include reading books, listening to black metal, playing World of Warcraft, hanging out with friends and doing tarot readings.

In my blog you'll find references to Bataille, a collection of art – which, itself, branches into various categories: dark art, gloomy, b&w – and posts related to my favourite animal. 🐾

Furthermore, I think you should take a look at my reading list! Perhaps you'll find a book or two you'll enjoy.

Enjoy your lurking!~

૮( ˃ ꒳ ˂)ა ◟/づ spawtify

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finally sent the necessary legal documents to my lawyer so that we can begin with the name change process! 🥳🎉

now all that's left is paying for it, which shouldn't be that bad: even though I am paying for it out of my own pocket, I did get a good deal with the lawyer anyway (:

my family hated the idea – the reason why they're not helping me out at all – but, oh well. what can I do? it's my life (:

[candycoatedplastic]

[rawpussycat]

Reblog if your url is a representation of who you are

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[saltmalkin]

awooooooo wolf study

[ferncloud]

husky cerberus :3

[fangthroat]

tethered based on solitude vs loneliness by jaako pallasvuo

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[valtsv]

fuck off it's not a collar it's to hide my decapitation scar. my head will literally fall off if you take it off it's not a sex thing. the decapitation was a sex thing though yeah.

[puppiesdoglover]

It’s a Kind Thing with Ears A Tail and A Nose. It’s called “Puppies” and it can have any name.

[sapphling]

has anyone ever noticed that being hurt feels kinda good

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I guess that's it. everything that once made me smile is now dead. even at my worst, I had a reason to get up from bed, I had a reason to see my friends and walk around the block and have a coffee outside.

all these things have been taken away from me. everything that once made my eyes shine, even if faintly.

there's no point to any of this anymore.

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woke up crying even though I didn't sleep at all. every quarter hour I'd wake up with a killer headache, my muscles clenched and my mind alert to every light or sound, real or imaginary.

skipped lunch. don't really want to see anyone.

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I just want to lie down and sleep until all of this is over

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I'm sure someone will look at the current situation and go “yeah, what she needs here is some more social isolation and deprivation from everything that's meaningful to her.”

because that's clearly how you get someone to recover, right? you put them back in the same environment where they've fallen ill over and over, right?

of course not.

before coming here, I had plans to start building a life worth living. I was figuring out what helped and what didn't. but, before I could try putting any of these ideas into action, I was amputated from my life.

“but it's for your safety.”

I understand that and yes, I do agree. what I disagree with, however, is the idea that my safety can't be handled any better. I'm not talking about overwhelming my friends with all the responsibility of caring over Luna (that is, by all accounts, too much for any sort of friendship – and, unfortunately, part of what I had been doing).

I'm simply talking about... I don't know anymore. anything but this. anything but this.

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empty

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fucking hate it here