The Amount Of Crushes I've Had On Straight Guys Is Fucking Depressing. What's Next More Unrequited Love

a printer error is an attempt from god to get you to kill yourself but you must be stronger and you must must must beat the printer to death with a large object like object

Pros of having a brain that makes very fast associations: Good comebacks and jokes.

Cons of having a brain that makes very fast associations: that story about how you broke your foot reminded me of a fun fact about lizards.

Please reblog if you think that “they/them/theirs” is a valid set of pronouns.

this post must be reblogged by everyone

HE KEEPS DOING IT. I can't screenshot cause laptop is trash. I'm on the verge of tears each time it happens because he does it just outside my peripherals. Was playing till like 1 am last night trying so hard to be quiet.

So I'm playing new vegas for the first time (technically second) but I'm in freeside doing the door guard for the van graffs and I turn to look at simon...only to see Arcade making direct eye contact with Simon staring him down.

see i don't post to often. i go into brief pauses and then upload a bunch of shit i've done. and this just in its my reimagining of a really old meme i made and cannot find anymore

"what are your pronouns?" well im mixed, she/her on my mothers side and he/him on my fathers side, either works

To die in a world where the only things that could ever love you without judgment being the stars

And even then the stars died

If blood is thicker than water

Who's to say blood cannot be falsified

I am a man loving a man

I cannot have because the world hates lovers

History will only ever kill the ones you love and write of your victories

Failures don't get written in the history books unless your what the world has deemed evil and monstruous enough to be taught about.

I think some of you forgot that autistic people sometimes act strange and say things that are poorly worded and speak with incorrect tone and misunderstand or miss social cues because they are autistic

“you're on T to look like yourself

i'm on T to look like myself

take my hand

we will walk into darkness together, and there we will find ourselves

the light shining from within us will illuminate our path

i love you, brother”

i love you, brother

There’s something I can’t quite put my finger on about the fact that nearly every transmasculine person I have known of is some kind of artist, writer, cinephile, visionary, or storyteller of some variety, often doing that work for free, and the separate but related fact that we are the least explicitly represented or acknowledged gender in any form of media. Something about how seeing a trans man on a screen feels illegal, and is still taboo even when people pretend it isn’t because even the discussion of existence of the taboo would cause our being to spread like a virus, and that can’t possibly be allowed. It’s a feeling like you have watched the curtain peeled back on creation. We have always been here, telling our stories, and you can see glimpses of us in everything, but our explicit acknowledgement is terrifying to everyone who isn’t us and has a vested interest in maintaining their position above us in the social order even while the thought of us can never cross their mind. When people say that no one is scared of trans men it makes me want to laugh. We are so unfathomable to everyone indoctrinated into the cissexist binary that we cannot even be spoken of except as echoes and ghosts of our true selves, never to be fully brought into the light, just madmen weaving our tales in the shadows only for those who listen.