A space for alters that just want some friends. A blog for a trans man trying to find their place in the world. A journey for all those involved.
He/Him pronouns please.
I made a new blog for others to vent to if they want, at tellittothevoid(.)tumblr(.)com feel free to head over there if you need to get something off your chest. and ill be making a side personal blog off of that one, officially deleting this one soon
It’s been a while coming now, but I think were gonna delete this blog. I’m not giving specific reasons simply because I don’t have to, but I know I’ve changed as a person and this blog no longer accurately represents me. I know I could just rename the blog and whatever but I don’t want all of my old posts hanging around that aren’t relevant. I’m gonna leave this up for the next few hours, since I figure not everyone is really gonna see it, and then I’ll be gone. If you still wanna keep in touch, message me and I’ll give you the new blog name, but if not then this is goodbye. ❤
we need to unplug America and plug it back in, put it in rice, hold the reset button, refresh it, give it an update, give it some herbal tea, rub vicks on it,, she is a MESS
(via seeyouallintherapy)
So that crush turned out to be some serious shit… officially went on a proper date today and got a kiss~
Sometimes I just cannot believe I have a dissociative disorder. It’s like my brain, at times, cannot compute the fact I have alters, and I just… stop and think, “what the heck has happened to me?”. You know? And… I can’t find the answer.
| Every doctor I've ever been to: | You're taking your medical issues so well! |
|---|---|
| Me: | I'm faking it my dude. I'm only smiling because I can't think of an acceptable alternative. I'm using my customer service attitude on myself right now and hoping I'll believe it. |
different kinds of tired:
1. all day at the beach sleepy. warm skin. wet hair. salt and sand and green apple-scented shampoo. bed sheet tides pulling up and down stomach flips into mermaid dreams.
2. milky tired. early nights. wondering if you are getting sick. medicine light bones. eyelids melting closed. dizzy, dizzy, spinning into sleep.
3. drowsy car rides. soft radio buzz. pillow on the window. pulling on your seatbelt. waking up and not knowing where you are.
ain’t never been to work huh
4. Work tired. Finally letting yourself relax after hours and hours of standing, talking, etc. Melting into the mattress, boneless and incoherent. Feeling like your soul left you about 3 hours ago. If you dream, it’s about work, and then you get up and do it all over again.
(via rhymesswith)
Good lord, emotional bleedthrough is crappy. I think Phoebe is down in the dumps over something, I haven’t heard anything from her in a few days.
I have a crush on our new best friend and i cant deal. It’s not fair. -phoebe
Good lord, emotional bleedthrough is crappy. I think Phoebe is down in the dumps over something, I haven’t heard anything from her in a few days.