1$ Flea Market Score. Tiny Glass 1960s Perfume Bottles. I Love Them.

It's funny how schools always painted peer pressure as this shady thing where the cool kids try to aggressively persuade you into doing cool things with them, like they'd want to forcibly wrangle some reluctant nerd along with them to go do crime, have sex and do drugs under a bridge. Nah, they didn't want your nerd ass in there, they'd actively gatekeep these activities from you.

Real peer pressure is the most breathtakingly boring people you know insisting that you should get a boring job and have a baby.

shoutout to this masterpiece that's been in my drafts for going on 2 years now

*opens word doc covered in blood* it doesn’t have to be good. it just has to be done.

Smoking that testosterone weed call that bearijuana

Watched Cabaret for the first time and now I have the album on repeat...

I understand more and more things about cisgender men the longer I’m on testosterone. I know why teenage boys use so much axe now. I understand the crying thing. I know why they accidentally break things. I know why they wear shorts in the snow. I know why so many of them don’t use washcloths. I see everything.

Reminder that at the time Transylvania was not Romania, it was part of the Kingdom of Hungary (which was part of the austro-hungarian empire) until 1920.

I know that for a lot of people, I am the first trans person they meet. But may I say- I am tired of being used as a human Wikipedia. I'll answer some of your questions but for fucks sake, learn how to use Google! No, I won't tell you if I'll just "grow a dick on t". Figure that shit out yourself

everybody loves stabbing as a sign of homoerotic longing. but when I, Brutus,