Has Anyone Figured Out How Much Art You Need To Make To Make Your Mental Illness Go Away

Thank fuck for testosterone. Every time I have to refill my prescription I’m terrified something will go wrong and I won’t be able to get it. But luckily just a slight hiccup this time. Testosterone is secured

when the pain from my new topsurgery wounds are particularly bad, i lay dramatically sprawled out on my bed, my hand on the wound on my chest, staring up in the sky, listening to orville peck until i feel like a cowboy dying in a god forsaken land

i love you weight gain i love you acne i love you tdick i love you voice cracks i love you bad hairline i love you horniness i love you aggression i love you stopped periods i love you shitty facial hair

The things testosterone has me doing... (I just took apart a DVD player)

Aromantic headcanons.... save me aromantic headcanonns...

Mazda #2

Oil paint with palette knife

11x14 inches

tonight's plans: jerk off to completion..... two cans of sprite (crush against forehead like a neanderthal school bully) ...... write the great american novel

"Transition"

MDF woodblock print, 49 x 31 inches

something in me just wants to play wrestle with a boy i have intense homoerotic feelings towards

Obligatory tool joke