Material System

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We have DID, also known as Multiple Personality Disorder. Alters: Winter, f, 18, bday 10/12, dominant personality Will, m, 13, bday 10/12, original Cel, agender, no specific age, bday may 2, our depression Jame, m, no specific age, bday July 22 Merton, 35, M, bday feb 4 Aiden, 6 and a half, m

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HI AGAIN

lotsadeer

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stop with the fat nerdy virgin shit pls

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Saaaaaame

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Hey! I’m Winter, MTF, Pre-Transition. No pics, cause, like I said, Pre T. So, uh, Yeah.

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Sorry, I swear I typed pre-transition.

NEVER try to use tumblr on a kindle fire.

Jacksepticeye... my one true love.

#jacksepticeye #my one true love #yas #eviebot #yus #yusyusyus #irish brogue #weaaaak

Mom and Dad: Fuck you. You can’t just control other people like that. That’s messed up.

Leelah Alcorn

#sad but true #so true #so fckn tru #mom and dad #emotional abuse #damn you #fuck you #im running away #bye bye

SOCIALISTS UNITE

frilledthrill

SO....it take a lot out of me to ask this, because ive always belived taking care of my own shit by myself. but ive reached a mental limit. please, help me, if not share. I've had to move into my parents basement, just recently my car had to reach its grave and had to be junked and my move out...

Please help, if you can’t please share, it all helps. I cant do this alone anymore though and I’m reaching out for help…..i so sorry if im bothering anyone

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signal boost for a wonderful friend!

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Again, DID: WEEELLLLLLLL....

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A Small Something for Leelah (a poem I wrote a long time ago, it seems)

This is the story of Leelah, unfortunately gone She was born to a body she didn’t belong In the crosshairs of society’s wrongs She found herself to be a victim of hate

The hate was from parents that believed it was sin Thought that she was a he, like the body she was in They sought council and therapy from fellow churchmen Told her to think of her eternal fate

And so this girl went for help in the arms of her friends When her family found out, it had started the end They scolded her, cut her off, branded her, then The hate was left to stew in her heart

She was crying for help, it echoed into the dark Her injuries shone but did not leave a mark Her sadness would swell, her pity was stark She took a walk just to end it

At two in the morning, her false form was found Her soul separated from the body she was bound The news rippled out to the world from her town And it spreads more even today

And so now I must ponder a question I read From her story through tear-veiled eyes Is Hell the biblical prison for dead Or is Hell on Earth for those who won’t die?