#probably good

[auberylis]

Interestingly enough i still sometimes want to pick a fist fight with people - often for fun, rarely out of annoyance. I never believed the "testosterone" explanation, but now that i'm on e with barely any t in my blood, i have firsthand evidence! Coindicentially, the other day at a trans meetup a guy was telling us about "a tboy mud wrestling tournament somewhere in the USA". So i proposed we start a tgirl mud wrestling tournament here in Estonia to the girls of the room, and two of them, who happened to be my uni students (oops), expressed shock. I'm off the clock, what do you want from me? See. These people wouldn't kick each other's ass for fun and entertainment, i would. It's a matter of personality after all

[daleespringdraw]

Unaware

[topmechokeme]

weird moments when you realise just how poor you are: i heard a romanceable character in a video game say "if it's about money, I have plenty" and thought "that's sexy"

[witcher-and-his-bard-archive]

Good to know that as much as I love to hurt Jaskier, I can’t quite make myself literally torture him. 

[be-breezy]

I wonder what it feels like to get stoned and listen to Soundgarden ....

[uten4]

I thought about it way too much and now I know exactly what scenes I would use if I made an Aki/se v.s. Yu/no amv of “Look What You Made Me Do.”

So, I can’t decide whether it’s a good thing or bad thing that I don’t know how to make amvs....

[dearweirdme]

Do you ever feel like a certain moment in your life changed you. Like you were this person before and you cannot go back to being that person again, because something made you think of yourself or the world differently.

[snadam1232]

Here’s some things that kept playing in my mind today, decided to write em down and here’s this poem.

You and Me

Let me ask you a question about me.

Let me ask you a question for the sake of thee.

Do you know, mister, of my fate?

Do you know, sister, of my end of days?

You know I’ve felt okay, things feel better and I feel free.

But that lingering feeling of my broken reality, makes me afraid of what you see.

Let me ask you a question about me.

Let me ask you a question for the sake of thee.

Do you know, mister, of my fate?

Do you know, sister, of my end of days?

I know there’s no response, no feeling of dread or hope.

I know there’s no response, for our time to be free, happy, and alone.