February 2012
swoon
I feel like the inside of my skull is on fire.
Yikes.
gangstalysia:
I almost forgot about this.
Almost.
1 tag
Twelve tiny lines of ink
I am focused
I am whole
My bones hurt.
Hug me, please.
tension/release
dulce
That fantastic moment when you’re sitting at the dinner table (with your transphobic mother) and your father calls you his son.
VICTORY.
Thanks, dad. :)