Jesse Singal you feckless hack come over here and allow me to measure the circumference of your skull so that I may make assumptions about your relatively animal intelligence

mommy doesn't have the spoons to let you outside today kitten

babe ruth called shot i'm dropping stone-cold-dead in my 30s in the backyard. heart attack like cheap cardboard under the sink. the ideal way out. no time for questions. no time for regrets. no time for goodbye. only a sickeningly flat thud and a strange party in your moms living room

I got your girl on all fours barking for seneca reds

look kid, bpd isn't real. that's why they made up gender dysphoria. listen, talk to a professional who won't prescribe amphetamines, don't fall for anti-psychotics (the devil) or therapeutic doublespeak (self harm). keep your head down, try not to mulch it, you need a pussy

beautiful transsexual woman with 3.45 k/d hits flawless 180 quick scope headshot 1v1 final round rust search and destroy asked to put sperm on ice for the betterment of future generations

listen, you don't have PTSD. they made cPTSD up for the licensing. listen babe, it's easy. you're not a victim of shit, you're a survivor. more alive than you've ever been. it makes you perfect. it makes you fuckable. don't you get it? everyone loves you and nothing is ever over

in my brand new novel, the happy smiler, a young transfemme amab learns to love and value herself in a rapeless world of perfect moral accountability and unrelenting queer happiness

I wish I was so pretty. really, I do. really I wish it was effortless. really I wish I could see myself in that mirror. really, what I wish really, is that everyone in the whole world wanted to fuck me

in my dreams I am so smart and heterosexual. I know the love of my parents. I have a degree in marketing. my wife is a six and we only ever fuck missionary

beautiful transsexual woman with 3.45 k/d hits flawless 180 quick scope headshot 1v1 final round rust search and destroy asked to put sperm on ice for the betterment of future generations

let me tell you, if i could get pregnant? i'd be drinking all fucking day. his name would be turbo death punch and he'd be cool as shit. but listen, you don't have to worry about any of that anymore. i am losing my war with god

when mommy remembers to untie me from the radiator I'm going to kick your ass

I wish andy warhol was still alive so I could shoot him again

I'm winning because I don't love you anymore

knew this girl believed in blood magic, got really into bloodletting. measuring cups and iv ports, not that it saved her, but I'm sure she was right about it. there is something to the magic of the harm, and the way she spoke you'd never question her methods but yeah I'll fuck you on your period

and I wonder if I am made of glass. how else could they all see it? I miss you, she throws that word around like a stone, and every woman I've ever loved holds my still-beating heart

women love it when I show them my agonies

I have been informed by my superiors that I may no longer shout "what's up gay boy" to attractive women on the street, I apologize for any harm I may have caused

just bear with me, alright? creation is an act of mercy. i'm undergoing a metamorphosis. i'm finding myself in and within inky changing darkness. do you think 5 inches is big? sorry. they're just questions, i'm a learning computer. do you think i'm pretty? really, i'm getting there. it's big right?

i'm sorry, it won't happen again. i'm working on a way to become the meekest most killable girl of all time, i think i'm nearly there, just gotta figure out something to do with bangs. do you want to kick me in the stomach until i puke or should we smoke first

im on the part of the spectrum that makes god hunt you

we need more female role models with no life goals or aspirations

i once chilled so hard i forgot a sizable portion of a solid 2 years or so of my life

wacked off my shit at this baseball game watching the little guys throw the ball at eachother, love wins

your jokes about bpd are pedestrian. wild sex, crazy ex-wife, issues with abandonment— you're missing the mark, entirely. a striking lack of clarity. honestly, it's startling given the ease of material but, then again, nothing could be as funny as adult cutting

I've long since understood, in this life, you only get back what you put in. these days I've been telling every woman I can I'm on testosterone gel

sorry about my soft dick i was conceived with pre-cum and my parents never really loved me

hey beautiful. I know we haven't spoken since I called you a godless bitch with cruelty beyond limit but I heard you're back on testosterone gel and I wanted to know if you're still "into" adult cutting because the thought of your hard yet effeminate dick is the only thing keeping me going

engaged so heavily in entirely imagined situations with online transgender women I gave myself serotonin syndrome

sorry about that, my soul is barren and what is flawed within me can never be mended. I am beholden to forces beyond my control and I walk in the steps of the damned

found this new strain of weed today folks, they call it ski jump accident and it fuckin tears ur head clean off

introducing my new weed strain called psych ward basement

loving your unhinged schizo swagger and whatever you've got going on. the total lack of a personality and your laundry list of strict diagnostic material proudly displayed really has me thinking you're a wild one. let's hang sometime and you can tell me about what a bitch your mom is

comedy is when you try to hang yourself, pull the hook out of the ceiling, and fall to the floor winded and gasping like a fish outta water. really nothing funnier. classic setup, delivery, punchline— one of the greats. tragedy is when you start looking at psychology today again

I'm sorry. I didn't know you had pronouns. I'll make sure to correctly gender my death threats from here on in

cis women keep cornering me at the planned parenthood and poking me in the stomach asking where my womb is

many of you fail to consider that you're little guys in my phone and I shake you around when I'm feeling especially torturous or cruel

this place is brutal i have to actually be funny to get attention. like i havent had to be funny in years i could just post booby. truly ozymandian situation.

monotherapy injection prog hondosing soymaxxed no spiro I'm sick of it. I'm eating 1000mg of pueraria mirifica everyday because a png told me it'd make me a woman.

dude. you have to hit this shit, it's some indica hybrid called derealization and it makes you so fucking sad

are there pictures of hot girls on here

sure, there's the dysphoria and nothing made for a woman fits, always hangs a little around the waist, but she thinks I fuck like ron jeremy and I ignore those emails from thailand for another week

tired of being sexualized for living as a wretched woman with a wicked heart

she loves me for my slutty boy hips and poor short term memory

I've never used a condom with a cis woman and that was for trans rights

any hot women wanna make a suicide pact

the world's most beautiful faggot lives among us today. she has dead eyes and dirty hair. she cries herself to sleep but would never admit it. she smells like men's deodorant and shaved metal. she's gentle like a boy should be. she's never kissed a girl she loves and never will.

standing in front of the magnum xl condoms in my fishnets like hannibal before the alps