I Don't Want To Flex Or Something

Christian Boomer comics at Christmas: mean-spirited, a downer, whiny, “yelled about red Starbucks cups” energy

Jewish Boomer comics at Christmas: DELIGHTFUL

Dysphoria.

It's a hard thing to describe. You can't really explain it to people who don't experience gender dysphoria. And everyone is experiencing dysphoria in a different way. Some people can put in words how they feel, but I'm not sure if I can. Dysphoria is the worst kind of pain I've known. There are some days I don't feel so dysphoric about myself but the most time my dysphoria is really bad. Sometimes I break down because I can't handle the dysphoria attacks. It makes me want to rip my skin off. It makes me stay in bed all day because I just don't have enough energy to get up. It makes me feel like shit and that I never want to talk again because I can't handle my voice. It's the reason why I sometimes can't talk in class because I feel too dysphoric about my voice. It's the reason I sometimes can't wear what I want because I'm scared not to pass so I rather wear a baggy hoodie. On some days it makes me want to kill myself because it doesn't seem worth it. And there are people out there who think it's fun to be Transgender. They think it's all pride parades and adorable. But it's not. Being Trans is the reason why I can't do the things I wanted to do in the future. Being Trans is a pain in the ass and I have to struggle every day. Every day is a fight. And I don't need people to understand how I feel. I just need them to stop making fun of Trans people. Because it's already hard enough to be Trans. And I know I'm not the only one who has to struggle with all of this but sometimes I feel like I'm alone.

Kant talks a lot about common sense for a person that has none at all

Gentle Reminder:You are beautiful, Don't let anyone tell you otherwise

(looks in the mirror)

ew what the fuck is that-

i can’t wait to take you on cute dates every christmas’s and make you smile with my cheesiness

(Gefühlschaos)

So oft ist das Leben hart

Aber ich mag dich

Auf eine ganz eigene Art

Und deshalb auch etwas mich

Ich hoffe es wird dich nicht stören

Das ich es mag dich anzusehen

Mag dir zuzuhören

Dich zu verstehen

Mag die Worte die dein Mund verlassen

Mag wie du denkst

Kann es kaum fassen

Wenn du mir ein Lächeln schenkst

Das Bittersüße Gefühl dich zu vermissen

Das Stille Chaos in mir

Würd gern alles von dir wissen

Verbringe so gerne Zeit mit dir

Vielleicht werde ich es wagen,

Wer hätte es geahnt,

Dir irgendwann zu sagen

"Ich mag dich (etwas) mehr als geplant"

I want all of them

Vintage LGBT Badges

I hate how everytime someone comes up to me with the question what I want to do with my life, I have to say that I have no idea.

I want to sit outside in the grass and enjoy the sun. I want to learn how to play the piano. I want someone I can fall asleep and wake up next to. I want to play silly shows at the theater and watch awesome musicals. I wanna start the revolution with my friends bc capitalism sucks. I just don't know what I want to do to earn my money. But what you do for a living isn't the only thing you are and are doing. But it's still that what they actually want to know.

the best anti depressant for most people would be anti capitalism