What The Fuck Is Wrong With This Body, Wdym I Accidentally Drink PLAIN Water And Throw Both The Water,

What the fuck is wrong with this body, wdym i accidentally drink PLAIN water and throw both the water, the little fudge i was forced to have and stomach acid up.. we need to label our waters

you know when you’re too tired to sleep? That’s us

A rant, which I typically don’t do.

You are NOT “transabled”. You are not “transid” or “transx” or whatever. YOU ARE AN ATTENTION SEEKER.

There are REAL people with REAL disabilities that struggle daily with ableism and depression because of their REAL disability, not the fake “UwU I’m so cute and silly! I have transautism transadhd transdepression transosdd transdid transfreckles transthisandthat!”

I get it-you want to feel like part of a group. You want attention, you want friends. But minimizing the struggles of real disabled people, or saying you have whatever when you DON'T is not the way to do it. Essentially, you’re just being ableist.

Tldr: Get off the internet, you’re not disabled.

Also, I HAVE autism, and I, a “cisautistic” person, find it absolutely horrific that people WANT to have autism. Sure, it may give me “superpowers”, but often, it just makes life harder. Disabilities MAKE LIFE HARDER. Be thankful that you have a body that works in the way it should, and a brain that makes life easier, not harder.

Wish me luck. There’s school today, and although I may talk a lot over text, I hate verbally speaking. I refuse to speak, i have no energy for masking today. And directly after school, is work.

Though, a reminder to anybody, our dms and asks are open, for whatever you want. There’s short times within work and school I can check on tumblr.

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I both hate and love being harmful. Cis and trans harmful. With different variations. I love having him beg for me to be harmful and to hurt him. I hate knowing others in his system dare hurt him at the same time as I am. It makes me want to be soft all over again.

I hate the push and pull between wanting to be sickeningly and uncharacteristically sweet, soft, and caring, to sharp, and cold and harsh and harming. I will never get enough of it, or enough of him.

I hate it. I hate how he makes me feel. I do like the anons, but they’ll never be as consistent, or as active. I’ll never form attachment aside from a few, rare occasions.