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You’re not casting
in depth review of 9 sorts of whiteboard markers assessed on a variety of criteria
well worth a read.
I guess I never posted the final version of my Fire Red romhack here.
That was a fun project. RomHacking.net link above
actually the tranny doesnt leave if it feels unloved. the tranny will stay and fight to be loved by giving every single part of itself to the people around it until they love it as it loves them. the people around the tranny of course will still not love it. but the tranny will continue to give more of itself away. the people will yell at it. take its autonomy away from it. they will attack and belittle and rape the tranny. they will use every ounce of what the tranny gives them until the tranny has nothing left to give. the tranny is then cast aside like the trash its been told it is. the tranny will be lost. broken. alone. hurt. until the tranny finds a new home. new people to give all of itself to. but these people too will cast the tranny aside. the tranny wants to shut off. the tranny wants to become ourwardly cold to everyone it meets. but the tranny also wants to be loved. so it will continue to seek out the love it knows it deserves. the tranny will keep searching for love until it finds it. and when it finds it it will give every part of itself away to keep ahold of it. the tranny will never leave if it feels unloved. it will only try harder to earn the love its supposed to receive
to every girl reblogging this post: i love u. i see the gaping holes in ur body and soul from what uve ripped out of urself to give to others. i see all ur wounds that wont heal over because theres always someone new to rip off the scab. i see the dirt under ur nails from clawing ur way back up from the bottom of the pit u keep getting thrown back into. i see u. and i want to tell u to never give up. never stop fighting for the love u fucking deserve. because u will find it. i know u will find it. keep being open to love. never let urself close off from it. keep that tiny morsel of hope deep within ur scarred heart alive bc its all we fucking have left. please. love for me. love for all ur comrades. but please. love for urself.
if i was a little kitty and you were a little kitty would you touch noses with me to say hi
rb to touch prevs kitty nose to say hi
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hey if any cute girls need a living vessel for their rituals I have a lot of blood and I respond well to being tied up and having demons inside me so-
This is what you should all aspire to be 💋
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Sexual themes
Well that was the single gayest fucking rave I've ever been to in my life 🤤☺️🥵
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Why are people who have perfume as their hobby always so bizarre… anyway… obsessed with this review tbh
absolutely obsessed w her reviews
““Mother,” I slowly repeated in Korean. “I am not a boy. I am a girl. I am transgender.” My face reddened, and tears blurred my vision. I braced myself for her rejection and the end to a relationship that had only begun. Silence again filled the room. I searched my mother’s eyes for any signs of shock, disgust or sadness. But a serene expression lined her face as she sat with ease on the couch. I started to worry that my words had been lost in translation. Then my mother began to speak. “Mommy knew,” she said calmly through my friend, who looked just as dumbfounded as I was by her response. “I was waiting for you to tell me.” “What? How?” “Birth dream,” my mother replied. In Korea some pregnant women still believe that dreams offer a hint about the gender of their unborn child. “I had dreams for each of your siblings, but I had no dream for you. Your gender was always a mystery to me.” I wanted to reply but didn’t know where to begin. My mother instead continued to speak for both of us. “Hyun-gi,” she said, stroking my head. “You are beautiful and precious. I thought I gave birth to a son, but it is OK. I have a daughter instead.””
