friedmeatman

[friedmeatman]

Me when I get a partner and I am suddenly a weeping Victorian man waiting for my spouse to come back from the war (college) and constantly quoting that snap cube clip of Eggman saying "I miss my wife, Tails. I miss her a lot. I'll be back."

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Everybody's been fursona I've ever seen is so wrong....

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Thinking about the Creature again....he lives rent free in my head guys. That is my baby, my son. I am swaddling all 8 feet of him in the softest fabric and singing songs to him to help him sleep. Victor is nowhere to be found and I am taking him to science museums and art galleries and teaching him how to read without having to figure it out himself. I am cooking him dinner and calling him son and giving him the love he deserves.

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Me when my brother calls me "big bro" instead of just pretending I'm not trans 😭

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keep your dog on a leash

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How am I supposed to live as a trans man in Trump's oligarch influenced Nazi America? There is a certain part of me that feels defeated and trapped but I know that this is even more of a reason to fight back. I have hated and loved this country since I was old enough to understand the ramifications of this terror born system of oppression. Not just for queer and trans individuals but also for people of color and immigrants, people who just want to have the best lives for themselves and their families. I may not be religious anymore but I sincerely pray for the revitalization of radical beliefs amongst the population because the only way we will be able to get this point across is if we show them we will not bow down to warlords and fascists.

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It's my Father's birthday today, and he's gone. He's been gone for a long time, so why does it still hurt? Sometimes I wonder if it's really him I miss, what little I can remember of him. Or simply an idea of him that I've created in my mind. I can't remember his voice or his touch, I only know his face from pictures. But that face haunts me. I see it in my own, in the slope of my nose and the curve of my jaw. I see him in my eyes, and the pain behind them is my own but they mirror his almost exactly. And there's some reassurance there, that I'll always carry him with me in some way. But how can I not be haunted by the face of the one who left me so soon?

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Everyone's always told me "You're so strong", but I don't feel strong. I feel weak and lifeless. Like I'm an empty husk that walks the Earth searching for the remnants of my soul. And I never find it, and some part of me wonders if it was ever there to begin with.

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Is here anyone who likes Repo! The genetic Opera PLEASE GATHER FOR I HAVE FOOD

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