Sara 25 Chicago - Thoughtful
Sorry this is kind of sloppy, I tend to do vent art quick, and I’m still getting the hang of comics…
I’ve been having trouble with a forgetful friend, and my own self esteem
me: hmm i think im trans but idk really? who knows??
me: *if i could magically transform myself into a cis male right now i would without hesitation; i no longer use public bathrooms cuz using the women’s bathroom makes me super uncomfortable; when called by male names in public ei. “buddy” “sir” i feel happy; am scared to transition and come out, but still yearn for the day i have a flat chest, deep voice, and pass as male 24/7; hate it when other’s call me by female pronouns and names; wish i had a cis male body; flat-out wish i was a boy all the time*
me, still: HMMMMMM what if i’m faking it????? for attention? do i really feel dysphoria? i would not know,, trans? haha, not i. Simply a fake right here. YUp.
There was this beautiful little spot of sunlight on my bed this morning. ✨
(via teacoffeebooks)
On the outside: “Aw thanks” :)
On the inside: Omg OMG thank you! You are now my favourite person I will cherish you forever! Agh I just love you! Wait… what if my answer seemed awkward? What if they didn’t hear me omg I would be a horrible person. No you are perfect. I can’t believe you complimented me about that thing! I didn’t think anybody would notice or appreciate it! So happy. Goddammit where was I going with this thought… Anyways I will remember this moment forever agh your beautiful. *Has a billion thoughts running through mind at the same time*
Maybe this is just me, but do any other infps relate?
It’s either a million and one thoughts or just crickets chirping in the background. No in-between.
listen, I’m not the biggest fan of kids but if a child looks at me then you bet I’m gonna smile back at them. kids deserve to experience the world as a kind and safe place to explore okay.
But the world is not kind or safe.
then Fucking do your part to make it that way.
(via anewinterpretation)
Me trying to open up about my trauma: I’m a cold and I’m a broken waluigi
I read this to the tune of halelujah
I dont know if that was the intention
But that is what i did
You are either not shoving an onion down the Prime Minister of Armenia’s throat or you are
“Roses are red, violets are blue, I have a sandwich and I am not sharing it with you.”— Hufflepuff to Gryffindor
Hufflepuff: Fuck off!
Gryffindor: Oh my god you can’t say that!
Hufflepuff: Why not?
Gryffindor: Because you’re a Hufflepuff and a Canadian.
Hufflepuff: Okay. Fuck off! Eh?