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I described myself as “queer as hell” as part of the conversation when I came out to my family, and the next day my mom called me freaking out because she had googled that and saw a bunch of rainbow baphomet stickers and thought I was a satanist now.
I also think they’re silly but do kind of love personality tests.
I had a couple courses in uni where the prof had us take some, one of them was like the OCEAN test or something and had Agreeableness as one of the measures… I remember the prof told me that, by the numbers of the test, I was “the most disagreeable student to ever take the class”
maybe just “good capy?” idk
my sinus headaches are bad enough as it is, but thanks
one of the things I’m possibly irrationally happy with myself about is feminizing my sneeze.
I legitimately get angry if I’m around someone and I almost-sneeze-but-then-don’t because I feel robbed of the opportunity to show off that I Sneeze Cute now.
Got back on my anti-depressant. Feeling anti-depressed. Is there a word for that?
really wish I could get a real life support structure and friend group that wasn’t almost entirely cishet men… all the people who I’ve been closest with who are still in my life are cishet men, they’re the people who have in many ways given me the most tangible support, but they all just have this really like passive creepy misogyny, passive transphobia… and it’s just like little things, they’re not going on like incel rants… but it still feels like I’m always just waiting for a bomb to go off, like I’m always on high alert and I can never feel comfortable. These are people who have been my safe people before, my safe friends, and I don’t feel safe with them anymore in a time where I need safe people more than ever.
I can’t help but wonder if I’m just a shitty person, because the only people who ever seem to like me end up being shitty people. Or if I’m just some sort of mark, like I’m just here to be used and sucked dry and thrown away. Can’t help but think it’s both. fuck. idk. I feel like my options are basically cling to my support structure that it hurts to hold on to, or have no support structure at all, and those are pretty shitty options.
tragic. there should always be a big lady.
It’s still big girl literature if there’s a big girl in it, right?
I want a back tattoo really badly but it’s so expensive
I think I mentioned collarbones before… I also really like arms.
See this is why it’s a tragedy I’m only 5’11" now!
uuuuugh I’m a full 2 inches shorter than I was this sucks
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big mood
down with cis