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MY BEST FRIEND IS SO FUCKING PRETTY I WANNA BITE HIM

it's cold out there, reblog to give a trans man a cup of soump

I want to leave, no tricks no nothing I just want to leave I'm tired

I'm dead scared

Mom told me to stop being crazy but it's not that easy. I don't wanna upset her though, don't wanna cause problems, I never wanted to so I'll pretend I'm fine, she's tired, everyone is, but damn, I feel like I'm falling apart, how can I pretend I'm not?

I'm tired

For your viewing enjoyment, here are some images of the baby sniffing food

It pisses me off the fact that not even once in my life I had a flat stomach or thin tights or small hips, I've never been skinny and it is driving me crazy; if you are skinny know that I would slice my throat and bleed to death if I could just wake up again and be like you.

The weirdest thing about knowing something that died is that I have the impression of seeing them around all the time. I thought I saw her yesterday at uni, weeks ago at the bus stop and right now on the bus. But then I suddenly remember, that's not her, it can't be.