I Have "loyal Attack Dog" Rizz. I Follow Orders Like A Soldier, With The Enthusiasm Of A Puppy, And The

btw the thing she couldn’t ignore was someone calling her out for saying anti-depressants/hormone therapy are only perscribed by lazy doctors

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A not-so-little secret about me?

I wrestle with apathy and dissociation more often than I'd like to admit. Some days, it’s like I’m watching life through fogged glass, barely present, barely real—but still feeling something. And when I can’t speak that something out loud (which is often), I write. Words become my pulse, the soft way I cry without sound.

Sometimes those feelings come out in tears, sometimes in longing, sometimes in these strange, tender aches I can’t fully name. Maybe it’s the estrogen making me soft and weepy. Maybe it’s the autism making it hard to explain why I care so deeply while seeming like I don’t care at all. Maybe it’s just being a transfem lesbian in a world that doesn't quite know what to do with our kind of magic.

But every time I sit down and spill my sapphic, yearning, overly poetic nonsense into a post, it’s like I’m whispering a little love letter into the void—and hoping someone soft and gentle hears it. Maybe a girl with kind hands and a teasing smile, someone who’ll read my words and want to tuck a stray hair behind my ear while telling me I’m precious, even when I don’t believe it myself.

This is my poetry. These silly, emotional, queer-laced words I scatter online like flower petals. And if you're here, reading them? Thank you. Truly. I hope you feel them the way I meant them. I hope they wrap around you like a warm hug you didn’t know you needed.

And maybe, just maybe, I hope someone sees the girl behind the words—and wants to hold her for a while.

I’ve noticed something kind of tragically hilarious.

most trans girls on Tumblr are either running horny blogs, quietly battling clinical depression, or both. Like, the sacred rite of passage seems to be crying in a hoodie that smells like girl sweat and regret… only to pause mid-sob, scroll past some gorgeously drawn or written smut, and casually reblog it with a tag like “me n my gf (manifesting)” before going right back to spiraling.

It’s honestly an entire mood board: chipped nail polish, thighs half-shaved, heart in shambles—but the blog? Impeccably curated with soft porn, cursed memes, and big gay energy.

We're not okay, but at least we’re hot, gay, and terminally online about it. Tumblr’s our little church where we worship by thirsting, crying, and healing in the weirdest, most beautiful ways. Bless this chaotic little girlhood. Amen.

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(you need to view the image or you'll just like the post)

Since people liked it i made a toy that works on the computer: https://nick-nonya.itch.io/trampoline-toy Have fun!