whenever i pass by a mirror i cant help but stare and not in a vain way it's because i'm going What the fuck is that who is that what is that what does that look like trying to process my own face but it doesn't happen
- i'm going to wonder about my gender and what my life could be like transitioned forever unless i actually do it
- I Love Women and i want my entire life to be About Women and i don't know how to do that without being one myself
i am Now one of those people who can't be alone with my thoughts. i got So used to them before so it was whatever, now i spend most of my time distracted living my life. So whenever i do have time to think. ๐
slept over @ gf's house with one of our friends & gf's mom made us french toast for breakfast & i asked for Three & friend said she'd have two "like a normal person"
the bath has always been so gnasty gnasty but i think that was the moment i realized it wasn't just gross looking but it was actually meaningfully Gross
core memory of being in the bath as a kid and an ant fell off the ceiling into the water and i freaked Out and ever since then every bath has felt like There is an ant in my water.. does that make sense..
i laid down flat in the bath caked millimetres of dead skin and i looked at the ceiling crawling with mould and cobwebs and the fan hanging off the ceiling visibly fuzzy and just went holy shit holy shit holy shit