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took these pictures that make me feel safe

Kiana Khansmith
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Jules of Nature

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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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if i could live, it would be here :L
took these pictures that make me feel safe
Always waiting for the other shoe to drop but honestly after going back in my posts a bit.. I deserve what I currently have. It could all disappear tomorrow but for this moment I am.. happy. Theoretically. Actually? I’m happy but the dysphoria sticks around and sneaks up to interrupt nothing moments. Why can’t I focus on doing the dishes? Because my brain won’t stop circling about how insecure I feel with all my packing underwear in the wash? That’s insane but that’s what’s happening. Insecure because my period is coming- but I usually don’t mind? Is it because I just let myself get so behind on my T short it was easier to convince myself I was okay with my afab body? But I.. am? I don’t mind my subtle femininity under clothes. I don’t mind a pair of briefs bringing out my hips under masc clothes. But then what about my emotional support packer? My shoulders are too small. People can tell, I’m just some small guy and I didn’t think I minded that? It’s confusing and never going one direction/ so how do we fix it? Get more masc to get more fem where I want to? Masc first.
sitting here, in my new home in Chicago, listening to my boyfriend write music on the bed. I’ve never met someone so creative, I don’t know how he comes up with anything that he does. He amazes me everyday.. I’ve never had someone take care of me the way he does. I’ve never had someone care so much about my wellbeing. He did my laundry yesterday and brought me coffee today during work and picked up my T from the pharmacy for me. He just does things for me all the time to make my life easier and I feel like I don’t deserve this. This is all too good to be true.. but it’s not. He loves me, somehow.
Everything about myself that I was told was gross from past relationships he loves. He loves my leg hair and my armpit hair and he loves me without eyebrows- and i’ve been told multiple times by “someone” that I look horrible without them and should never go without. He likes it when I wear button ups, he says I look nice and masculine.. when before I was just told I look horrible in them. When I told him I wanted to wear by binder he supported me, whereas someone else had just told me I was feeding into my eating disorder (?). I can be myself and it’s interesting finding out who that truly is. I feel like I finally understand how a relationship should be. I’ve been in two manipulative relationships in a row and I guess that’s just how I thought things worked. i was used to putting in all the work, the hard work, doing everything to not make the others upset.. because when they were upset, it was obviously my fault, always. Everything was my fault and I completely drained myself for years on end. This is so opposite of that it doesn’t even feel real. so, anyway.
So in love tbh look at him like
never forget when Beyoncé’s camera man started doing her choreography
Same energy
Ryn Frank
me: i won’t get jealous me: who…that… :-)… .…
I’m so heart eyes for him
Straight health teacher: so today we’re talking about the LGBT experience-
Me:
i really just come on tumblr to say some dumb shit and then leave…….i love my little void here it’s like a familiar, damp cave and i’ve been writing on the walls for seven years sometimes in my own blood