We DO Grow Old And Happy. Btw.

was asked to make a transmasc version of the meme

I think more cis butches who want top surgery should get it, not just because it pisses off TERFs and that's funny, but because it helps normalize a post double mastectomy body on women. ya know, the thing women with breast cancer dread to have? because as a society we treat breasts as a womanly body part, and when a woman gets a literal lifesaving procedure it's treated as a tragedy cuz they're 'mutilated' now? yeah, I don't know, I think normalizing top surgery in women is a Good Thing. treating post op results from a double mastectomy as "mutilation" is super fucked up all around and is yet another example of how TERF rhetoric hurts cis women too. TERFs are so fucking stupid that they consistently harm the "real" women they claim to care so much about. shocker.

jarida behaviour

I love being alone most of the time. It's the only state of being I know of how to be. Like a concrete flower. There, but not noticed, or acknowledged. Crying alone when nobody else is awake or around. Never having space to myself. Everybody wants to be involved now for themselves. I'm just tired, really. Tired of never feeling like I can achieve a deep emotional connection to anybody, or being completely myself because of things I can not help. It's just something too far out of my reach. I have to just accept my role of being the called upon one, who nurtures and cares for somebody, and being ditched when the person they really want comes back, but still being there. It's my birthright. My curse of life.

Me and who?

fluttershy X derpy/ditzy/that grey girl what with the muffins and bubbles if thou wouldst

You could say that she gives her butterflies

...hi, I draw 💕

I wish I understood why I’m so scared of drawing my old persona/comfort characters as transmasc. I’m an adult…its not shameful anymore. I don’t have to make and force every form of me cis feminine. Its okay if I like it, please just let me be okay to like it. I know why I’m scared, but I’m scared regardless. I’m okay, the way that I am. I can be loved the way I am, just like I love them the way I do. I wish my family loved me for me.

My brother told me that when he graduates high school in a few years, he'll be better than me. He's right though. Even if it upsets mom, he's right. I wish I could learn that my depression has and will absolutely never matter simply because I'm me and look and act the way I do.

I'm "that" family member. It's my curse. Stupid fucking teenagers should've worn a condom then I wouldn't be in this mess.

Them again

Dream home 💚