sitting in a truck, listening to Tool, drinking a monster, wearing a flannel and Vans
I’ve truly hit peak white boy

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sitting in a truck, listening to Tool, drinking a monster, wearing a flannel and Vans
I’ve truly hit peak white boy
The canine therian duality of wanting to act wild and feral but also be puppy :3
not Christian but tbh I would like to have brunch with this Jesus dude 🤷🏼
To any bi/pan ppl—
Next time a straight person says ‘you can’t be saying your bi/pan if you’ve only dated (insert gender here)!”
Tell them that they cant know they’re straight if they’ve only been in heterosexual relationships
TMA fears as very specific things in my room:
The Vast: a jar of rain water I put on the top of my bookshelf and forgot about until two weeks ago
The Spiral: copious amount of (unorganized) Hawaiian shirts
The Eye: the many books I buy and do not read
The Dark: the lofted space under my bed that I can not see or find anything under
The Hunt: three different flannels in various conditions and states of cleanliness
The Desolation: far too many candles
The Corruption: half used tissue box and unused thing of cold medicine from being sick three weeks ago
The Lonely: a single stick from a tree in my front yard
The Stranger: a (horribly made) coyote mask
The Web: cobwebs in my window that I cannot reach to clean
The Slaughter: old ass pocket knife
The Buried: flowers that I got and then forgot about
Trans-masc moment: your voice actually being deep until you think about it and try to intentionally make it deep then you sound pre-pubescent
I’m crying over the fact that the US government is not recognizing the deaths of the AIDS victims for the first time in decades. Almost like they’re trying to ignore it—or worse, acting like it really wasn’t that significant.
How can that many queer men die from one disease in a period of time, only for the government to not acknowledge it?
My heart hurts right now.
Me, making this blog (mainly) for writing and NOT my nerdy ass interests:
Me seeing that one of my currently most liked posts is a TMA-related-choir-shitpost 😁👁️
Getting in all black dress clothes for a choir performance, forgetting I’m wearing eyeball earrings, and then realizing I look like Elias Bouchard 😅👁️
To them, nothing is more uneasy than love.
Even if their own love is arguing and pushing instead of laughing and holding—
They look upon me with disdain, and view our joy with disgust.
They prefer shame over liberation; they seek conformity instead of truth—
Don’t they call lying a sin?
Yet to them love is countless tears and sleepless nights—
What do they know of love?
That weird moment as a mlm trans guy where u can’t tell if you want to date a guy or if you just want to look like him 😅
Are the words of others enough to make me ashamed; are theory definitions of right and wrong universal?
Isn’t Removing a reagent in an experiment dangerous and potentially fatal—
Doesn’t changing a recipe cause reactions of the body?
So tell me why should I rid my self of such a crucial ingredient in my body?
What good will praying it away do?
Does ignoring the truth make it any less real?
Is it still trying to save yourself from eternal damnation if it only hurts you?
And is loving yourself such a crime as they said?
-church boy’s questions
zootopia would probably be the outcome to if alterhumans had their own society
Yote got his first tail!
And it wags >:)
Fellow coyote!! 🐾
The promised beauty of freedom
a gift of all kinds
Of which every race
every faith
every type of love
Should be blessed by freedom
should be allowed to soar
Not to have their wings clipped
not to have their nests disturbed
By the cutting down of sanctuary
by the witholding of the seed of life
by the destruction of their hatchlings
All should be allowed to take flight
not just those with glittering feathers
or those with full bellies
But those in captivity
those with hungry beaks
And those with feathers of black
and grey and brown
May they break free
of birds of prey
-nesting
do your puppy best but get some puppy rest
if you're feeling puppy stressed, vent and get it off your puppy chest
If you think I have passed, do not cry. If you believe I have moved on, I do not want your tears—
I do not require the tears of those who looked away from me in this world, nor do I long for the pity of the ignorant.
You only seek to give us remembrance when we are in the grave—
Your bouquets are meaningless to the dead.
If you merely weep artificial tears, it is for certain that whether I live or die is of no importance to you—
You merely long to put on an act, to show a facade of love that never existed.
Why do you mourn us when we are dead yet shun us when we are alive?
-dead boy