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Binge watching

I suck at watching any form of series, so I decided to take some freedom and no matter what, even if I toture myself to .

I WILL WATCH SEASON 2 OF SQUID GAMES.

I WILL WATCH SEASON 2 OF SQUID GAMES..

I weirdly enough skipped that season, I watch season 1 and 3...why the genuine coochie fart did I skip probably one of the most crucial seasons.

last-transe

When fear of bad rep outweighs the euphoria of good rep.

#squid game #relatable #trans

b0tster

I FUCKING LOVE RICE

last-transe

Remember girls, ITS ALL ABOUT THE BULK

#transfem #7000lbs crush force thighs #I'm not filling my jeans #I'm oozin out em

eziojensenthe3rd

Oh for fucks sake....

#transfem #lgbtq #transgender #trans

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All Eyes on the Sumoud Convoy

Eyes on the road people. Eyes on the thousands of people on their way to the Gaza border to break the siege.

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We need to show support, as much as we did for the madleen, this is a civilian led movement with over 10,000 volunteers, driving to rafah, where they will be joining 35,000 people to march to the Gaza boarder and demand the entry of humanitarian aid. They have no western news covered so we must keep our eyes on the sumoud convoy. Right now the 8 madleen volunteers still being illegally detained have the eyes of the west on them and even with their European passports rima hasan and Thiago avila are being held in inhuman conditions in solidarity confinent and threatened with physical violence. Even with this happening the freedomflottila volunteers still insist we keep demanding a break to the seige on Gaza.

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people all over the world are going to meet the sumoud convoy at the border. Thousands from Europe are taking flights to Egypt, all eyes on the sumoud convoy.

#one struggle one fight #free gaza #free palestine #eyes up people

bearsockz

Fit check

last-transe

Champion of the steal her look post.

spaghettihell

Do you know how stressful it is to have everything be in your favor to be trying your hardest to be staying up every night to try and succeed and still not even being able to meet the bare fucking minimum

noko-shikanoko-deactivated20250

Yes

robotmechagirl

Yes

last-transe

TIMELOOP!!!

nattousan

it was not on wheat...

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last-transe

This.

#i wish my mom wasn't a nazi

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mysteryteacup

*Scrolls past*

*reluctant sigh*

*scrolls back up*

*rebogs*

#meal prep #grandma thirst trap #I cook #I clean #I have a job #any polycles looking for a pet dog #?#lgbtq #transfem

I remember.

I long, once more, for the time my time was filled with remembering the things I loved. Though lonely and quiet, the distraction meant more to me than I was capable of understanding. That time, dedicated to picking up the broken pieces of myself. Entwining each piece of shattered glass into a tapestry to create something holy unfamiliar, yet entirely my own. The time I spent building myself was some of the only time I was able to be at piece.

When the glass was set I saw the approximation of what I believed I needed to be. But the pieces that defined it were too tightly wound, and too rigid for their shape. In time I learned to shape the glass, but the frame wouldn't allow it. I remember what it felt like breaking the frame. I remember what it felt like splitting into four. I remember what it felt like forcing myself to hold it all in. I remember abandoning my body. I've not returned.

What is life without the framework? I've wrapped the rigging into a bunch about my arm. I use it to hook into reality. Not daring enough to stay to long, lest I slink back towards oblivion. I've learned to weave threads of thoughts and stitch them to the points of reality that care not for my existence. Threads that remain make up the network of my being, carrying food and information through the void taking shape of my existence. Unfraid an ocean of embrace to bounce off of, and hold tightly to.

And so I ebb and Flow, as I strain and grow, lazily creeping towards a future I can't know. Meticulously calculating everything I to do. Before laying back into the sea, and simply passing through. I miss remember who I was, but reconciliation is possible. I just need to remember to never be him again.

#my writing #spitting up the poison #sutp