Getting Into The Magnus Archives And Reading Radio Silence At The Same Time Is Making Me Want To Start

having both adhd and anxiety feels like the team rocket song, prepare for trouble and it double

Bf who says his stream of thoughts x bf who likes to listen to his endless thoughts

warning: rant abt being trans

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being trans is so fucking exhausting are you kidding me. i go through so much effort every day to make myself feel like a boy, just for someone to call me a girl the minute i go out in public.

i hate feeling like a freak everywhere i go, getting an odd look when i tell someone my name because i know my voice is too high pitched to be a boy’s.

i hate the fact that i have to tape my chest and practically damage my ribs every fucking day so i can feel like myself in my body, just for someone to misgender me anyways.

i feel like nothing about me will every be masculine enough. not my voice, not my face, and definitely not my height holy fuck. it doesn’t matter how short i cut my hair, how flat i make my chest, or how masculine i dress—at the end of the day, all anyone sees when they see me is a girl trying to be different.

i just wish it wasn’t so hard to feel like myself.

aftg brainrot has gotten so bad that i was at the airport the other day and they had to scan my id to see the boarding pass or something, and honest to god my only thought was huh i wonder what neil josten would do rn

like,, would his fake ids work in this situation???? do the airports he’s been to conveniently not do this??? so many questions and none of them are necessary at a fucking airport

"How do you write such realistic dialogue-" I TALK TO MYSELF. I TALK TO MYSELF AND I PRETEND I AM THE ONE SAYING THE LINE. LIKE SANITY IS SLOWLY SLIPPING FROM BETWEEN MY FINGERS WITH EVERY MEASLY WORD THEY TYPE OUT. THAT IS HOW.

new life goal: open a queer bookstore that’s filled with exclusively books by and about queer people

I was meant to be a character in a low budget horror movie in 2005 wearing a short sleeved shirt over a long sleeved shirt to signify to the audience that I am an enjoyer of music

oh to be a queer male ya character crushing on another unattainable male lead, only to not realize until he is actively falling in love with you that this motherfucker is going to be your soulmate for life

putting my hand up during sex to ask a clarifying question about the order you just gave me