I hope all trannies and fags and dykes are having an amazing day
The Last Judgement by Michelangelo (Saint Bartholomew, detail) and My Melody from Onegai My Melody (2005)
Stop photoshopping Ron DeSantis in drag and start photoshopping him being ripped apart limb from limb by dogs
something something when you can hear the whisper of love in the pauses between words something something
something something the love was always implied you never needed to say it out loud something something
“I was so scared to give up depression, fearing that somehow the worst part of me was actually all of me.”
— Elizabeth Wurtzel, Prozac Nation
Blythe Baird, from If My Body Could Speak; “Eat”
[Text ID: “I am trying to stop doing / things that don’t make any sense. Body, / forgive me. I am trying. I am trying. I am still trying.]
