Peregrin Took

Gotta love it when seasonal depression, regular depression, anxiety and my period all come together to make me absolutely miserable.

Things you do as a uni student: 
          Try to understand what’s going on
          Give up
          Write a fanfic
          Think about how you will get a little treat after the lecture is over
          Wonder who came up with the concept of THE WORST SEATS in existence and decided to put them in a lecture hall
          Wonder who decided two back-to-back two hour lectures are healthy

As a gender fluid person who was born a girl I’d like to say fuck you to periods
          
          Got mine unexpected and am now wearing blood stained trousers while feeling incredibly uncomfy because I don’t feel like a girl but nature apparently feels like I’m a girl

Sup guyyyyys
          
          I’m straight up just triggering myself by the fics I’m reading
          
          So yeahhhhh
          
          But also I’m not gonna stop

I’m so ridiculously close to making it four months
          
          But I’m fucking miserable
          
          And I feel like doing it might help but also I know it won’t.

I be like: omg that’s so mommy
           and it’s a middle aged man
          
          I be like: omg that’s a tiny baby 
           and it’s a middle aged man

If my family was more perceptive and educated on lgbt topics I would’ve outed myself accidentally such a long time ago.
          
          But they have no idea why I suddenly like pink/purple/blue combo

Want to be a fabulous woman, but like, in the way drag queens and Scribe Elder Ho Tan are fabulous women, not in the way cishet women are

Not doing great

Home is where the heart is….
          Or maybe it’s where water doesn’t taste like poison and coffee tastes good even cold, 
          where open spaces don’t feel threatening and where life seems easier to bear.
          Maybe home isn’t where the heart is, because the heart is always with you,
          Maybe home is where the people don’t make you feel small, it’s where your lungs can breathe and your hands don’t shake as much.
          
          
          Or maybe home just doesn’t exist, because nothing is ever perfect. Maybe happiness is made up, and home isn’t anywhere