billions must gender
or alternatively, and significantly more popularly,
how am I both?
Born to create non-osha-compliant mad science machines and mix vibrantly colored mystery chemicals in flasks while cackling maniacally and twitching my cat ears, forced to only be able to meme about it on tumblr
yes, it is a perfectly normal cisgender desire to get jealous when looking at cute lesbian couples and yearn so hard it physically hurts to be a girl.
im so bad at maintaining online friendships!! im sorry to everyone i’ve had a lovely chat with but havent followed up with!! im a very isolating person and i still consider you my friend i promise !!!
the sad reality. I want to drag all my mutuals to my favorite aquariums but they live a distance of one william miles away
the tragedy of tumblr is you will inevitably meet people who you should be having a sleepover with. you should be rolling around on their floor and rummaging through their fridge and watching shitty movies with. you should be shopping with should be going out to a cafe with should be wandering through the aquarium with. people who you should be experiencing quotidian joys with... and you cannot! because they live one million miles away
Mutual masturbation? Uh yeah, of course I masturbate to my mutuals.
ok who's making memes about me again
Who else?
i dont exactly know how tumblr does the whole "read more" thing, so there's gonna be a spam of line breaks and after that read at your own risk. I dont even know what kinda TWs this would qualify under so consider this your "bad shit under here you've been warned"
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I am so fucking close to snapping i swear to neptune, allah, fucking buddha, any god that is fucking out there why do i have to be such a broken, useless piece of shit. fucking AAAAAAAAAAAAA im so fucking tired, so fucking tired of only existing to be beaten, used and abused then forgotten. Fuck my fucking life. It's never getting better, people keep fucking telling me that same platitude but i've been waiting two fucking decades for it to just magically "get better" and guess what IT FUCKING DOESNT. Im not even a real fucking person, im a goddamn *shard* of what used to be a person. im incapable of taking care of myself, incapable of ever "functioning" in modern society. all im ever going to be is someone's fucking retard burden to drag them down for the rest of my natural born fucking life. I look hideous, im completely disabled because of decades of constant mind-breaking trauma and will likely never recover, the country i live in is going to shit, im absolutely penniless with no hope of ever having an income. what fucking future is there. At this point im about ready to just give up, let go of the controls and let myself fade into nothing. There's two more fucking backup personalities in here maybe they wont be such fuckups. I was made to be a weapon, a survival-mode emergency shield and nothing more, i cant survive actual life. I cant even be someone's fucking malewife housecat and be pampered all day because i spun the orientation wheel and got "Dom-top". How the fuck does that work when i can barely get off the couch in the morning? when i have to be kept pretty much on fucking life support by someone else or ill literally drown in my own garbage. Maybe the bronchitis i had as an infant was meant to kill me and this is the world's way of correcting its mistake. Holy fuck here's to hoping i get hit by a meteor, like to charge reblog to fucking nail me like the dinosaurs.
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Vent over, here's a fish as a palate cleanser
I feel like such a black sheep on the horny side of tumblr. I'm severely mentally disabled to the point where I can likely never take care of myself and be fully "independent" or "functional", but almost exclusively dominant. Not into any of the usual "dom" things like degradation, and I don't want to hurt anyone. I require almost constant validation to not mentally crumble, so how can I ever be someone else's strong pillar to lean on. I desperately crave affection and affirmation but am so shy and so afraid that ill hurt someone by being myself that I never approach anyone. Still trying to get myself to realize that spam-liking cute peoples' posts is not a recognized method of flirting. Maybe I'm just not cut out for intimacy. I just wish someone would tell me all this is OK, that I'm not some fundamentally incompatible freak of nature for being like this.
tumblr shows u the hottest ppl alive with the same kinks as u, same politics as u, same interests as u, same taste in music as u, same sense of humour as u and they allllllll live on neptune or the mariana trench or somethin -.-
I'm writing absolute trash and its all your problems now | 19 | Any/all, almost certainly transfem | EST Ohioan corn dweller
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