My penis is simply too big for any of this bullshit
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please remember to forgive yourself for the years your mental illness took away from you
Reblogging again because
“One day your footsteps won’t feel all heavy. You chest won’t feel exhausted. You bones won’t hurt so badly. It won’t feel like your head will explode at any second. You won’t have this bad taste in the back of your throat. It won’t hurt psysically when you hold back your tears in a crowd of people thinking for the billionth time ‘I can’t do this’. One day you’ll step in to your own home, hang your coat on the coathanger, make some coffee and you’ll feel content. One day you’ll go to bed being able to sleep instead of hearing ‘This is not my life, this is not my life’ on repeat in your head. One day you’ll stand infront of the mirror brushing your teeth. What you see is just the normal now. It’s not special that you have facial hair and a flat chest, because that’s just how it should be… but then for a second it’ll hit you hard in the chest that you had died a billion times in agony to get there. You had always thought 'That’s just how it should be’, but somehow, in some crazy, bizarre way it wasn’t and now it’s just your everyday life. You’ll tear up for the first time in forever and get all red. You’re there, but now it’s just your life. One day you’ll be free.”
— Me to every single transgender guy who’s pre transition and to my former self.
Loving an FTM
See loving us isn’t easy
and We tend to self destroy
We shut down all of our feelings
“Is it a girl?”
“Is it a boy?”
And for you to start to love us
You must have the strongest of all hearts
Cuz two am comes quickly
As we claw at our wrong parts
And sometimes you can’t even touch us..
And Though we love you right back..
Sometimes we can’t get over every flaw..mark and crack.
And sex? Sometimes impossible
And you might not understand
Why we cry and quiver at the touch that’s simply from your hand
And though we trust you fully and we try to do our best
There are times we vomit.. We can’t breathe with this bound chest…
But men like us
We’re warriors.. So faithful and so true.
And yes.. deep down
We know we’re scared..
To lose
Someone
Like
You.
“To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves.”
— Federico García Lorca, Blood Wedding and Yerma (via books-n-quotes)
everybody here wants to be choked and get spat on but 90% of you can’t even order a fuckn happy meal without SHAKING