my choice of dress may not be an effective replacement for a father figure. but you can be : )

I need to be crumpled into a ball and melted down and poured into a well developed mold

I am also now horrifically thirsty for physical contact. it is crazy how when less of your brain is dedicated to staring in the mirror and making your BDD worse it spends more energy on things that edge closer to normal. it’s still not normal and prob unhealthy. but it’s not active mental disorder.

donut worry fans of Princess Sister Armory I’m still a psychotic dog with an assault rifle. I could have perfect clarity in my view of the self and this would not change. I am shrimply built like that

I had my humors realigned at BOB FRUNKLE’S PRONOUNS EMPORIUM and all I got was this stupid T shirt

I dunno what caused my humors to realign but damb I just looked in the mirror a week ago and saw a woman and it stuck and I really don’t know what to do now I’m still stuck here being treated as a man with people verbally going “why do you look like that” in so many different ways

does my current lowered amount of self image issues make me less fembrained *hammers a railway spike into my foot*

my thighs r so fat wtf am I supposed 2 do with all this

the God machine is hungry for individualism and ripe brains. the skull farmers do their rain dance and pray the machine falls to sleep. She holds me close and whispers wet 'There are cannibals among us.' mad in love with dry dead whores, in the backs of abandoned cars, smoking the bones of children.

you ever wake up and drink 6 glasses of water in a row and then piss yourself on purpose

there’s this guy at the gay bar who looks just like my dad im so fucking normal im normal im normal im normal

fuck irresponsible vs responsible I’m an irreverent gun owner

someone grabbing me by the waist and picking me up and carrying me away never to be seen alive again would fix me please please please pleas

a year and change ago a friend of mine told me the reasons she likes to call her husband big brother and i don’t think I’ve been the same about men since

it’s 2AM it’s time to be psyonic on bsky dot appl pupy

I need to be enriched. im just a cute little pile of uranium. you have to enrich me, developing nation. you have to enrich me via centrifugal force. ough

I think tomorrow I will go to a faggot bar to gather data and possibly experience enrichment

I need a man who hates me enough to bring out my daddy issues with a death stare to strangle me until I have permanent brain damage

I may be a slut with no personality but i make up for it with my hip to waist ratio

damn looks like I missed the “y’all” discourse. that’s unfortunate. I could’ve made so many Poasts

WHICH WAY WESTERN TRAN

i don’t want SEX. i want to be PET on the head absentmindedly while we are both doing something else. i want. RAW. unfiltered. human skin on skin nonsexual contact. or i will DIE.

i took too much of the makes you look like a girl juice and now i look like a girl what the fuck

eotech could genuinely do a run of SU-231’s and charge like 1500 dollars each and make a hilarious profit doing so since that’s still significantly cheaper than the street price of any you can find. block II cloners are fucking psychotic

all dogs go to heaven because every dog contains a sliver of divinity

i have dawgtism, i have BDD that’s beaten doglet disorder im neurodivergent, i have improvised explosive device, i have amazing digital hercus disorder and observant cunt disorder and gender dysphoria, i have anxiety i have a gun i have Aspergers. and anorexia.

you can just do stuff. you can freewillmaxx as much as you want. there is literally no reason to not just do whatever you want for fun and joy and laughter.

the boymoder hoodie is the first layer of the survivability onion

I need an autocorrect text replacement except in my head that automagically swaps any instance of the term “agp” to “a good puppy”

hey grok generate me a womb tattoo