Damien-devil-art - DAmieNdevil

I just found out that nebularomantic is a thing, and wow, that explains a lot about myself, lol

hey trans boys

i love you

trans boys who can't present the way they want to

i love you

trans boys who can't cut their hair

i love you

trans boys who can cut their hair but still get dysphoria

i love you

trans boys who are insecure about their bodies

i love you

trans boys who feel too skinny or too fat

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trans boys who hate their chests

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trans boys who feel ugly

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trans boys

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Gay stalker story part 2

He goes up to me and timidly hands me a paper, stealing a squeeze of my hand as he passes it. It reads how he's sorry if he scared me at all when I saw him yesterday and talks about how he understands my thoughts and knows what I deal with and how I'm so special and he just wants to help with my struggles. The note basically walks around how he is stalking me. No, you've been stalking me for months, leaving me anxious! I don't forgive you! Just then, he goes completely silent, I know he wasn't talking to begin with, but now I can't even hear him breathe. His eyes freeze, and his pupils dilate. I can sense his whole body vibrating violently. It's not even like he's going to freak out, but he's eerily calm with a frozen expression on his face. He slowly walks away. For the rest of the day, he doesn't even open his mouth to breathe he just sits there staring into space. The next day, when I go to school, I notice bandages running up from his wrists to his shoulders. As the day goes by, some bandages fall off, revealing red slashes still with dried blood all over them. I really hope that isn't because of me, I think to myself, but I think it is. After school, I'm in my room and thinking about what I saw today. I feel kind of bad, so the next day at school, I go up to him and apologize for my reaction. He smiles. "Don't worry, I deserved it. Besides, it wouldn't be the first time I've done it for you." I'm taking back by this. "Here, I made this for you yesterday to show you how sorry I am." From his backpack, he pulls out a box of chocolates and a cupcake. Th- thank you? "Make sure to eat it when you get home." He also hands you a card with his address and phone number. "So we can call and maybe send things to each other." Don't you need my address then? I ask. He gives me an awkward smile. Well, I kind of already know hehe… I'm walking home, thinking about the interaction I just had. I'm now on a first name basis with the creepy little weasel. I have to admit I kind of have a crush on him. I always thought I was straight. I mean, I am straight, but he definitely makes me feel a certain way, that's for sure. And in all honesty, he's kind of cute.

Guys, I think I love tumblr! 😍

I don't know what aesthetic I am, so I made this. This is my aesthetic.