I got nervous but sent the ask anonymously anyways but I asked a popular tumblr blog about the music they make. They got some bangers but people focus on their shitposting more.
sorry to burst your bubble but misgendering “bad” trans ppl is just as transphobic as misgendering any other trans person bc it implies being correctly gendered is merely a privilege that may be revoked by cis ppl so long as they dont like us which is an incredibly harmful mindset to promote.
Y’all I swear this man I’m with knows exactly how to get a boys heart going. He took me on a little date but refused to tell me where we were going. We were walking through our town and he took me off into some bushes and down a small hill and told me to close my eyes and open them when we got through this area of bushes. And you know what I see? This gorgeous stone table and chairs area. He said he found it one day and he wanted me to see it. I swear y’all my heart is going off cause of him. 🥺🥺🥺
Also me when they say their parents are unsupportive: IM THE PARENT NOW!!!
But in all reality I feel very proud that through all the hate and hardships I’ve been through I was able to show myself as someone these people can trust with something like this.
💛 This is the Amazing Person Award! Once you are given this award you are supposed to paste it in the ask box of eight different people, who, in your opinion, deserve it. If you break the chain nothing will happen, but it is sweet to know someone thinks you’re amazing inside and out. 💛
I hate it all. I’m tired but I can’t sleep. I need to stop working so much but I can’t. I want a social life but everything piled on me won’t allow it. Schoolwork, homework, housework, livestock and pets. It’s all on me. No one else does it. If I say I need a break I don’t get it. But if I break down from being overworked they get mad that I didn’t ask for a break.
“You can’t see your friends, you have a list of things I need you to do. Maybe next time.” But next time comes and it’s the same story.
I’m so tired. I want a break. I want to sleep. I want to stop pretending I’m okay. There’s answer staring me in the face. I want to do it but yet again the “priorities” of my life that I don’t desire hold me down. People and work. I want to have friends and people around me but they are always the same kind of people. The kind who just give me more work. Even “friends” seem to do it too.
“Can you go get this for me at lunch? You’re the only senior I’m friends with so you have to do it.” Is usually what I’m asked. If I say no I get guilt tripped and made to feel like I’m in the wrong for not wanting to do something.
But the grades and schoolwork are what have me on the ground. The school determines my worth by a damn letter. My parents definitely do. And right now it seems the letter is an F. How lovely…
My parents are another thing too. I tried to tell them my preferred name. Oh how it failed. My dad claimed to support me but won’t make any effort to actually do so. He told me I have to hide who I am. He told me if people saw who I really am they’d hate it and put me in a hospital permanently. Thanks dad, I really appreciate it…
I feel sorry that anyone has to put up with me. I don’t know why anyone does. They shouldn’t have to. I don’t wanna put up with me either. Maybe I really should take that answer to my problems. It would be nice to sleep for once…