hello dr. [redacted]. i am sending an email to let you know that instead of writing your essay i got this sick ass ink. we cool?
regards,
james
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hello dr. [redacted]. i am sending an email to let you know that instead of writing your essay i got this sick ass ink. we cool?
regards,
james
It’s run day and I’m really nervous. Usually I have the “I don’t wanna” feeling but I’m not worried about it. Because I didn’t manage it for the first time last run I now am struggling a bit. I will go - I know I will but I’m full of dread.
I’m going to this social event tomorrow and there will be a bunch of single lesbians there and Idk what to do I’m such a nervous wreck around new people ffadvavf
Sometimes you see a stranger's tumblr and they genuinely make a lot of good points written out in educational and thoughtful posts, but also they will just not shut up about whatever discourse is currently trending so you just have to sigh and move along.
I do love y'alls tenacity for looking at literally any (troubled) woman character in media and going "She is a tranny! She is one of us!!" and it's quite fun to engage in those headcanons, BUT once you spill over into going "This is the absolute and immutable truth, no one can ever claim otherwise!" despite the author never even hinting at this being a possibility, I think it might be time to stop.
the nurse doing my intake form today whispered "are you pregnant or breastfeeding" while asking me the regular questions before the doctor comes in but asled everything else at normal volume. even whispered about the menstrual cycle questions.
weird but understandable jn this shitty world
like, I have no issues or shyness talking about my period but I also don't want the government to have that info so I appreciate the discretion while simultaneously thinking it shouldn't be whispered about as a guilty secret or some shit.
But that is a thought i shouldn’t entertain for my own sanity. But i do so anyway. I always know what is best for me. But I like it when it hurts.
second sleepless night in a row