The Types Of Questions About My Transition That My Friends Worry Will Make Me Uncomfortable: Are You

Printers: now with attitude

How come your kid can be whoever they want when they grow up, but when I try it it’s “identity theft” and “illegal”

Panic! At the Disco has some words for you

Hey. Things are going to get better.

I have come up with a better metaphor than “you can’t pour from an empty cup” for burnout. You can’t boil an empty kettle. Pouring from an empty cup just gets you nowhere. Trying to boil an empty kettle can ruin the kettle, the stove, and burn down your house if you keep trying it.

How Gay Is It?

How Gay Is It?

The Kinsey Scale applied to movies, tv shows, music, and books.

I love this website so much just for the discriptions

I was not expecting quite so many people to reblog this with a shout out to their own personal brand of anti-anxiety medication, but I guess its nice to know a lot of us are just out here tricking our brains into doing basic tasks, cartoon character high-jink style

My brain, having a meltdown like a toddler: everything is bad and awful and I absolutely refuse to function in these working conditions *dumps a shitload of adrenaline into the nervous system*

Me, sighing heavily and holding up lorazepam: would ya do it for a Scooby snack?

This. This is the level of sarcastic arrogance I strive to achieve; where even my weapons are snarky, contemptuous bitches

My dad, a bodybuilder desperately begging: please stop skipping leg day

Me, a trans guy with beefy thicc goth mommy legs: no

Edgar Allen Poe: There’s a body under the floorboards, it’s heart beats to the sound of your guilt.

Everyone else: umm...

Edgar Allen Poe: The raven knows your name, it knocks on your window, quoting forevermore.

Everyone else: You okay, bro?