miserableMasochist

Lmao, I love how everything on this is marked as "may be offensive".
          	
          	I might start being active again, there's a fair chance I'm going to write a story in one go, post all the chapters at once, and update each chapter as I revise the story later on.

miserableMasochist

Lmao, I love how everything on this is marked as "may be offensive".
          
          I might start being active again, there's a fair chance I'm going to write a story in one go, post all the chapters at once, and update each chapter as I revise the story later on.

miserableMasochist

this message may be offensive
11/16/17
          I hope no one who reads this ever actually experiences dysphoria, because it's a bitch (not the fun kind, either), but I picked that as the word I'm thinking about while I'm writing because I'm having a pretty shitty day. I haven't been able to bind, and that's really been affecting me. If chesticles bother you, don't wear a binder that's too small or fold said binder over the top of your chest a few times if it's a tank top. Don't sleep in it. Don't wear it forever. Wash it regularly. 
          Don't be a Ren, because I do exactly what you're not supposed to do. 
          The poem kind of got away from me and turned into its own thing, but I was trying to write something that describes what I'm feeling and practice the thing I'm supposed to be doing for my English class. I didn't win at either, really, because this doesn't even have the gruesome shit I want to do to myself in order to get rid of my fat sacks. I didn't even mention referring to them as such or anything of the like for the soul purpose of torturing myself. 
          Sigh. 
          I babble too easily, and the only good thing I get out of talking is the occasional "sir" thrown my way by confused old men when I bag their groceries. Do I get a lot of sirs? No, I get more ma'am's after people look at my fucking chest and decide that there's an ambiguous lump there, so I *must* be a fucking girl. 
          Kill
          Me...
          Please. 
          Kill me. 
          This turned into more of a rantassity ramble than I was really anticipating or hoping for, fucking hell.

ImAFuckupTBH

Thanx for following

miserableMasochist

@demon-hunter13 Two bee honest, I tend to follow people who follow me but, goddamn, that Sollux cosplay would've roped me in regardless. 
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miserableMasochist

November 5th Update for Original Unnamed Work #10000
          
          “All his life he's been told,
          He'll be nothing when he's old,
          All the kicks and all the blows,
          He won't ever let it show,
          'Cause he's stronger than you know,”
          		-Superheroes by The Script

miserableMasochist

That pound sign right there, that dark, mysterious mare, is nothing but a pesky hair and a snare that's ruining my flare.
            
            Goddamn hashtags.
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