i think theres mice fucking about in my walls, but their scratches sounds like the sound of cockroaches rustling things and its triggering my fear of cockroaches soooo fucking bad. i just wanna listen to music in my room FUCK OFF
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
taylor price
★

Kiana Khansmith

Product Placement
No title available
Jules of Nature

Love Begins
KIROKAZE
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
🩵 avery cochrane 🩵
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ

if i look back, i am lost

Game Changer & Make Some Noise
Sweet Seals For You, Always
almost home

pixel skylines
🪼
seen from Netherlands

seen from Indonesia
seen from United States
seen from Bangladesh
seen from United States

seen from France
seen from France

seen from United Kingdom

seen from United States

seen from Malaysia
seen from United Kingdom

seen from Vietnam

seen from United States
seen from South Korea

seen from United States
seen from Panama

seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Netherlands
@d3adtranny
i think theres mice fucking about in my walls, but their scratches sounds like the sound of cockroaches rustling things and its triggering my fear of cockroaches soooo fucking bad. i just wanna listen to music in my room FUCK OFF
"my child is perfectly fine!!" ma'am your child is dead
claim your badge
do you struggle with questioning if it was actually SA or abuse?
if you think it was abuse
it was abuse
if you wonder how someone could violate you like that
it was abuse
if you get uncomfortable flashbacks
you are a victim
if you get triggered by certain people things or phrases related to the event
you are a victim
if you often think about outing your perpetrator
you are a victim
Maybe if i had worn something different she would've listened.
a comic about not being a person.
-Blurry
(Too tired to make ID)
dysphoria so bad i dont even have it anymore. this rotting tube of flesh simply cannot be contorted into even a mimicry of my shape
I wonder what being able to stay in bed for atleast a few days and my only expectation being 'survive' would do for my mental health lol. ah well, many such fantasies! :)
Sitting in my bed in boy clothes, having not slept a single wink since 7pm yesterday, listening to alt rock on loop, coding a shitty HTML website. this is so gender-affirming
yo i dont think those are xenogenders
also no i fucking wouldn't
art of bill cipher as a pathetic femcel
hey man could you maybe not call ford a zoophile
monsterfuckers and zoophiles are VERY different things
dude the only reason that man wouldn't fuck a regular animal is because that'd be too normal for him hes literally a zoophile in my canon (kin, fictive) thats mainly why i call him one anyways :p and 'monsterfuckers' (teratophiles) and zoophiles are NOT very different things. the only difference is preference. zoophilia is attraction to non-human animals.
--- all the flags in the post im assuming your referring to, were flags that ford is in my canon. thats just what he is, sorry not sorry ^^
Whoops haha i accidentally made the mistake of looking at happy art of me and my source partner! haha!!! i can't take this anymore
*character who's entire drive for plot is being wierd* what if he was WEIRDER!!!
posting this to this blog bcuz idk where else it fits
this body been dead for a long time but one day someone else will take control of it and they'll get to see it live.
I don't know how God thinks, but God, do you love me?
It feels like i, uh, could never be empty. and aren't i lucky? To have so much, and everyone has so little. How i wish to be empty, to belong in a society where everyone is shaped like a brick. Uh, the bricks beckon me, to my place on the wall. They make it so easy. "go to school!" they say. "get a job!" they say. "don't do drugs!" they say. "show up for the holidays!" they say. "make my misery your responsibility." they say. But i am shaped like a star. Cursed with so much depth, that i dont fit in that hole. How can i explain that? If not by making noise and, curating moments that appeal to my.. astigmatic vision. Oh how i wish to be empty! My pinky finger grows numb from trying to find a comfortable position to explain the depths of the star-shaped brick. Oh how i wish, how i wish. To be empty.