get on diy hrt start diy hrt get on diy go online go on diyhrt dot market and find a seller and order a vial of estradiol enanthate it's okay it's good it's safe then inject ten miligrams and then four miligrams once a week after that it's fine that's a good dose it's good and if you can't afford it it's okay to beg diy hrt is like a hundred bucks a year you can do that it's a lot of money but it's over such a long time you can ask for help to get over that financial hump but you do need to start it will save you i promise get on diy hrt please it's safe can you promise me youll do it

i got gouache for my birthday, never painted with it before. still figuring it out

woke up this morning, rolled over, and very confidently tried to blow out my alarm clock like a candle. absolutely no precedent for that.

Sometimes I forget that GL also means "Good luck" like oh? You're wishing me girls love? You're wishing me yuri in a videogame lobby? Thank you very much

the floating head of wisdom

ALT

yeah bossman lemme get a pack of the uhh, siscon yuricest envelopes

remember to take your meds :3

the way silent hill 2 remake without the fog just looks like an average day in the uk

Every day we hear "the crossing can open", "wait a little bit", "maybe next week"... but nothing will happen. We are living on waiting, counting the days, and counting the pain that is growing in us. We are not only trapped in Gaza... We are surrounded by anxiety, fatigue, and betrayal. The people who were asking about us stopped asking. Those who promised us would help us, they disappeared one after the other. It is as if our pain has become normal, as if we are not human beings, we are exhausted and broken every day. The war is not just bombs... the war inside us is bigger. The war of patience, the war of waiting, and the war that you will remain strong in front of your children, and you are from inside you silently collapse. We want to go out, we want to live a simple life, to hear the sound of safety instead of the whistling of fear. But the crossing is still intoxicating, and the pain is open to the other. 💔

there's no reason a doll can't be god