today someone told me i'm the most androgynous person they know

"either transition, eat a meal, or die"

sip valve on public transit 😎

"THAT FURY IS FUEL, DO SOMETHING WITH IT"

"the body fails the mind, the mind fails the body"

i can tell i'm off my game mentally bc my joints keep canoeing >:-(

shared aloud and i still don't feel better w h a t the FUCK

as soon as im done practicing these "when you say X, it makes me feel Y" statements in the mirror it's over for you bitches

how is moving so slowly so fucking exhausting

he/her she/him

it feels weird :-/

connecting some big (personal) thoughts

ppl keep asking me "whats new" and im like "each and every day"

another day, another time i don't need to piss in the bushes bc i know the door code to the anarchist collective building teehee

not much just rife with angst

"does no one do anything for sex or money anymore, is it all just clout chasing????"

bruh i am exhausted by myself

putting the brute in brutally honest

diet ads really do use the language of the proletariat to oppress us

maybe im not doing the most i could be, but so many people are doing nothing