

im like fucking. desperate and shaking please help me
my job cut my hours and i have only made enough this paycheck to make ONE bill. i had a scheduled appointment for a HRT consultation that I thought I was going to be able to afford (as well as other bills, of course) and i really can’t give that up. this will be the third time that ive had to give up Testosterone and I fucking can’t do it anymore. I’ve spent nearly two decades in absolute fucking misery because of my dysphoria. i cannot and will not spend the rest of my life in mental anguish. please please help me and signal boost if you can.
hey literally 20 minutes after I posted this I got in a car wreck and totaled my car. im not fucking kidding
please please help if you can
Alberto Martini (Italian, 1876-1954, b. Oderzo, Italy, d. Milan, Italy) - The Flowers of Death; Drawing made for Edgar Allan Poe, c. 1905-1909, Drawing: Indian Ink
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What am I, if not yours?
What do I do with my hands
when they are just hands?— Olivia Gatwood, from “The Lover as a Cult,” Life of the Party
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