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God I simply adore seeing people with funky genders and gender presentations
"I identify as a woman, but I'm happy with looking like man and don't want to transition"
You fucking go, girl
"I don't identify as a woman, but I want to take hormones so I can look like one"
Hell yeah, dude
"I still fully identify as a woman, but I get dysphoria over not having a dick"
Get yourself a packer, girl!
There is no wrong way to engage with your gender, and seeing people just messing around and finding their identity in new and interesting places is always a joy to fucking see
tw: self harm
Amber Heard and her legal team played an audiotape of Johnny Depp expressing his desire to harm himself in the courtroom today, which caused Johnny to break down and cry on the stand. And while thatās sickening, here are some of the things I noticed from this:
Instead of helping him get the help he needed, she chose to record him when he was at his lowest point.
Her team did not ask a single question about the audiotape after they played it. They literally only made Johnny relive that moment of his life, left him crying on the stand knowing he legally cannot talk about it to anybody for 3 whole days.
The audiotape was about Johnny wanting to harm himself. Not her.
There was NO other reason for them to play that audiotape except their wanting to break him down, knowing theyāve screwed up. Thatās a very low move even for AH. Sheās still publicly abusing and gaslighting him. And you want me to believe sheās the victim????
James: (...) Foolish, why are you- why are you calling... *pause* that's a cute dog. *another pause* god he has really nice arms!
How often do you make a new playlist?
Typically I wait around two years and I never delete the others bc I thinks itās a nice way to dive into those years again despite how embarrassing such a music journey can feel.
Im kinda curious what everyone here defines as a dark confession?
So I havenāt spoken about it but my dog passed away over two weeks ago.
Usually when my family loses a pet to either death or to a new owner, Iām not that much attached despite the fact that Iām the one typically taking care of them. So when my precious Love died, I had a breakdown. Not one of those violent type of breaks but more of me being extremely quiet, hard to breathe or hold back my tears. Iām not the type of person to comment about things like this but after if two weeks of trying to reel it in, I can safely say that itās not working.
There are so MANY pet videos and just seeing that love and peace hurts because that dog was my support. I have trust issues and Iām also a very emotional person, I donāt go to family or people in general whenever Iām feeling down, what I did was go to him and just sit next to him. Lay next to him. Nap with him. Cry with him. Rant with him.
He was my Love.
But he was getting old, near the time when dogs would die from old age, I had hoped heād live long enough for my graduation. Then one day I had a huge scare, I couldnāt find him anywhere and when I did he had thrown up and was unable to walk. I knew. I knew it was going to be soon, so I laid outside with him for four hours. Just laying on the grass petting and grooming him as tears streamed down my face. I finally broke down crying during the second hour and he stared at me, licking my face as I cried. My parents were in denial. Tried to assure me he was only sick and heād be okay by the next day. I said nothing and let them hope.
The next day, he was gone. I alone dug his grave, made a wooden cross and cried as I did so. No one helped me. All the other pets looked at me and stayed nearby quietly as I broke down once again crying while I was digging and burying him. But everyday since then I go outside to where I buried him, to his grave under a cherry tree, my tree, and lay down next to him for an hour as I cry. He was 14, if he had lived a little longer(my graduation) he wouldāve been 15. I miss him dearly, my preciously beautiful love, Snow.
He who loved and listened without question, who was there for me whenever I needed him. The one creature I truly trusted and loved. He didnāt need to say anything he only needed to be by my side. Donāt worry, Iām going to print out your pictures soon and place them all over the house even if I break out crying whenever I see them. Even the ones of the last time we ever sat outside together under the shade like we used too when we were little. Although I never got to walk you one last time, play with you, introduce you to the new kittens, just know Iāll always remember you for being there. Thank you, for everything my Love.
āAnd then I felt sad because I realized that once people are broken in certain ways, they canāt ever be fixed, and this is something nobody ever tells you when you are young and it never fails to surprise you as you grow older as you see the people in your life break one by one. You wonder when your turn is going to be, or if itās already happened.ā - Douglas Coupland, Life After God
āI became good at pretending. I became so good that after a while the lines blurred between my truth and fiction. And sometimes, when I did a really good job of pretending, I even fooled myself.ā -
Ruta Sepetys, Salt to the Sea
Yāall ever just hate being your gender or identifying everything by its certain gender? I do. I hate it to the point where the only time I feel okay or alright in anything thatās considered my gender at night. I just generally hate the norms put upon us about the clothing or choices you make depending on gender. I wanna be comfortable and could careless if I had a gender,
hey see those bf shirts? I want āem
OMG that dress looks niceee
Ahhhh those Timberland boots are totally in my size Iām getting them!
Those underpants look just like boxers, welp into the cart they go.
GURL THOSE HEELSSS
Those joggers sure do fit me well.
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Just wanted go share this lovely art with you followers of mine! I LOVE Avatar The Last Airbender and this art is so good!
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Nobody to Somebody
As someone who grew up in a home that repressed any action or thought of being a āchildā, I can positively say that I feel like a nobody. I was unable to express myself as I would have liked to do, like the other kids my age. At home I sat still because I didnāt know how other children acted. To āgrow upā, I learned to mind my manners, to cook, to clean, the esscentials in life.
At social outings I was told to āgrow upā and act civil. So I would sit at the table with all the adults and stare after the other children in longing but Iād criticize them in jealousy. A freedom to express themselves well within resonable limits.
With a mindset like that I was unable to make a single friend until 7th grade, when I finally discovered my own voice and sense of longing for my own self. I still find it very hard to be truthful to both myself and others, Iām still unable to find out anything about myself. Iāll jump at any chance to find something thatāll truly interest me and give me a sense of enthusiasm because the mask can only get me so far in life.
Iāve hidden behind my manners, the acceptable image of being civil and sociable for too long. I can only hope for salvation. Someone whoāll help me become a somebody. Or perhaps a sign of Living instead of whatever it is that this hollow cast tries to convey to express life.
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I both hate and love myself. When I shower you with comfort, Iām just trying to give you the love I am unable to give myself. So please accept this love for my sake, because when I say āYou are beautifulā, āYou are valuableā, āYou are everything to meā I mean it.
If I am unable to love myself the way I wish I could then I will love you and help you love yourself. Letās find peace in each other.