A Drawing I Did Based Off Of A Family Picture We Took!

And those who still count afab individuals (who don’t identify as women) is very gross and transphobic.

reblog if ur bi, ur not biphobic, or ur best friend is a beautiful valid bisexual

Have a sister, can confirm. I am the feral one.

a sibling relationship is just “i love you beyond my own life but i’ll never say it” plus “i’ll kill you over a stolen shirt don’t even fucking test me” plus “inside jokes and secret language” plus “i literally do not understand the dark recesses of your mind what the fuck are you made from” plus the occasional “oh my god please don’t eat tha - spit it OUT SPIT IT OUT” 

Hiii ^_^ heres a bunch of things ive drawn since starting aa4.... (i will NOT be finishing the unfinished ones) (plz ignore how jarringly unfinished the first one is........)

Something is wrong with me and  don’t know what

Every morning I wake up and wish I didn’t

I put on clothes and resist the itch under my skin

pick and peel and theres always more layers

Who’s vessel am I in?

I eat food and only feel the textures

All I taste is dust

There are three hair ties where there should be two

I try not to greet my reflection,

It doesn’t matter, I’ll forget what he looks like when I leave the room

I hate my hair and the way I dress

I think there’s something wrong with me

I look up my interests in class because the people there scare me

I can’t look them in the eyes

If I must talk I become a facsimile of whoever they need me to be

I can tell my smile doesn’t reach my eyes.

I can’t check because I hate that thing in the mirror

I watch existentialist tv and relate to the people in the shows

They ask the tired questions

“Who am I,”

“Why am I here?”

“Am I a good person”

I know none of those answers

I stay in bed all day

It’s the only place I feel safe, sequestered from the world

Sometimes I like to imagine I’m sick just so my family will take care of me

I don’t think they like me very much

I dread going to bed

I love getting under the covers

I love nobody coming to bother me 

If I died here nobody would know until the next morning

And even then not until after 3

I love to sleep

I get to die in any way that matters for a bit

When you’re asleep you can pretend nobody knows you

And you know nobody

I hate waking up

I hate remembering I am known

I have therapy on Saturday 

She’ll ask me how I’m doing

I’ll forget all of this by then

She tells me I have successes

But measured against others I’ve done practically nothing 

What am k doing with my life

Is this even worth living

Am I even worth living

I write

I erase

I don’t make anything worthwhile 

Why even try

it stays in my notes to rot anyways

I want tk go missing

I think there’s something wrong with me

I think vanishing is a way of showing love

Leaving and letting people think you got raptured

It’s beautiful in a way

睡魔ちゃん/2020

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13119918?view_full_work=true

Description: Five years after graduation, two heroes are brought together by coincidence, work together by necessity, and stay together by choice, trust, and maybe just a little bit of love

Check this fic out its really cool

its ok. 

THEIR SHIP NAME IS LAUGHING GAS YOU GUYS

Pretty ladies 🥺 dont mind me going feral over their civilian outfits bc they look really comfy