fuck yeah to the first. family is who you make it to be. ✌️🏳️‍⚧️❤️

yeha ❤️❤️

ur hair is coolie :3

funny you say that, LIRR trains here in NY say nearly the same thing here, like

“This is the train to: Penn Station. The next station is: Jamaica.”

second LibreTube. looks better and has more features than the official app

thx!!!

I don’t use any hair oil, should I be 😟

yep, despite everything I’ve never gave in to the struggles, I made a promise that my life would always go up from there. ❤️

yayyayyayaa :3 ❤️❤️❤️

as an aphantasiac I will literally describe the worst possible scene and you will be forced to picture it

and I will win

:3

hehe yes yes…

the pictures, the self-comfort, the mindset, it’s all worth everything I have :3

absolutely!! can almost always tell or at the very least suspect when something is AI-generated and it’s very offputting. makes me less likely to engage with whatever it is

aroace, genuinely here for the story :3c

I already love it so much >////<

every time I type on my phone or do anything with my hands I see tnem and it’s amazing :3

just “Black to black”, I think the lighting made it look a bit strange!!

it does!!! on my right hand at least… on my left I messed it up a bit on two fingers TwT

but it’s my first time so I can forgive myself!!!

nope!! just some random stuff that was available at the store, Sally Hansen

aaaa >///<

every time I type on my phone or my computer or do literally anything with my hands I see them and it makes me so happy :3

fuck cars.

I just woke up and hair very messy :(

through the last of my high school years I just began to feel like shit, very depressed. couldn’t put a reason to why or how, so I never got help for it. my thoughts became dangerous but I couldn’t just… leave I had people that needed me and loved me too much for that. but still… it never changed the fact that I felt like I was living in third person.

traditional “guy” friendships were ones I never understood. I always had an easier time talking with girls my age, and especially when I clarified that I was aroace. I’m lucky that barrier could be broken from the get-go, but I still didn’t feel complete.

in the mirror, I never saw a person that I actually loved. no matter what I wore or how I styled my facial/head hair, I was always doing it for someone else. I was trying to emulate what should’ve looked good, not what made me feel good.

seeing the hatred around trans people sprouting up around the U.S., I never understood it. my logic was, if they aren’t hurting anyone, why is it an issue? and also being glad I wasn’t being subjected to that hate. still… seeing other MTFs… no. that can’t be me. I wouldn’t even look good as a girl. I already look too masc. where would I start? that would uproot everything in my life. there’s too much to lose…

I put up a good (bad?) fight. I suppressed those thoughts for nearly three years. nonetheless, two months after I turned 18, I was up far too late in the night and I tried on some different clothes. from there, it all came crashing down.

and now here I am. shaky, but sure of myself.

:3

unnecessary divisiveness.

no one is better than another for buying X over Y because X buyers are stupid for purchasing from X because Y is clearly superior.

all companies are trying to fuck us over. sooner or later they all go as scummy as possible and they won’t care. voting with your wallet at that point will be impossible or a race to the bottom. stand with your fellow common man and say “this sucks, let’s target the bigger picture together and make sure this can’t happen anymore.”