I think I’m running out of “it is what it is” cards
the transit enthusiast of blahaj zone
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funny you say that, LIRR trains here in NY say nearly the same thing here, like
“This is the train to: Penn Station. The next station is: Jamaica.”
4·8 天前second LibreTube. looks better and has more features than the official app
thx!!!
I don’t use any hair oil, should I be 😟
yep, despite everything I’ve never gave in to the struggles, I made a promise that my life would always go up from there. ❤️
as an aphantasiac I will literally describe the worst possible scene and you will be forced to picture it
and I will win
:3
hehe yes yes…
the pictures, the self-comfort, the mindset, it’s all worth everything I have :3
absolutely!! can almost always tell or at the very least suspect when something is AI-generated and it’s very offputting. makes me less likely to engage with whatever it is
I already love it so much >////<
every time I type on my phone or do anything with my hands I see tnem and it’s amazing :3
just “Black to black”, I think the lighting made it look a bit strange!!
it does!!! on my right hand at least… on my left I messed it up a bit on two fingers TwT
but it’s my first time so I can forgive myself!!!
nope!! just some random stuff that was available at the store, Sally Hansen
aaaa >///<
every time I type on my phone or my computer or do literally anything with my hands I see them and it makes me so happy :3
16·1 个月前fuck cars.
I just woke up and hair very messy :(
through the last of my high school years I just began to feel like shit, very depressed. couldn’t put a reason to why or how, so I never got help for it. my thoughts became dangerous but I couldn’t just… leave I had people that needed me and loved me too much for that. but still… it never changed the fact that I felt like I was living in third person.
traditional “guy” friendships were ones I never understood. I always had an easier time talking with girls my age, and especially when I clarified that I was aroace. I’m lucky that barrier could be broken from the get-go, but I still didn’t feel complete.
in the mirror, I never saw a person that I actually loved. no matter what I wore or how I styled my facial/head hair, I was always doing it for someone else. I was trying to emulate what should’ve looked good, not what made me feel good.
seeing the hatred around trans people sprouting up around the U.S., I never understood it. my logic was, if they aren’t hurting anyone, why is it an issue? and also being glad I wasn’t being subjected to that hate. still… seeing other MTFs… no. that can’t be me. I wouldn’t even look good as a girl. I already look too masc. where would I start? that would uproot everything in my life. there’s too much to lose…
I put up a good (bad?) fight. I suppressed those thoughts for nearly three years. nonetheless, two months after I turned 18, I was up far too late in the night and I tried on some different clothes. from there, it all came crashing down.
and now here I am. shaky, but sure of myself.
:3
fuck yeah to the first. family is who you make it to be. ✌️🏳️⚧️❤️