I Do Whatever.

[I Do Whatever.]

[coffeeandufos]

I just want to give a shout out to all the trans men who are struggling with the fact that they are men. Like I know it sounds weird to say but I imagine a lot of us will feel this. Being male is okay, you’re not betraying anyone, you’re not “anti-feminist”. I know it seems to be the cool thing to do on tumblr to hate men and seeing all this negativity when you already hate yourself is awful. I know a lot of us have had bad experiences with (cis) men but just because you’re a man it doesn’t mean you’re evil too. You’re not a bad person for being a man, you can’t help who you are. 

[I Do Whatever.]

Anonymous asked:

About your post about feeling anti feminist as a trans guy. I have a ton of people say, “are you just a feminist?” I’m a trans boy, and I think trans women and cis women should get the same respect as men. I just can’t identify as one.

coffeeandufos answered:

absolutely! Couldn’t have put it better myself friend :) 

[I Do Whatever.]

[trans-mom]

drop the zero, become your own hero

[I Do Whatever.]

RARE HISTORIC PHOTOS WE MIGHT HAVEN’T YET SEEN

[thewallsofconcrete]

An Exotic Dancer Demonstrates That Her Underwear Was Too Large To Have Exposed Herself, After Undercover Police Officers Arrested Her In Florida

Dorothy Counts – The First Black Girl To Attend An All-White School In The United States – Being Teased And Taunted By Her White Male Peers At Charlotte’s Harry Harding High School, 1957

Austrian Boy Receives New Shoes During WWII

Jewish Prisoners After Being Liberated From A Death Train, 1945

The Graves Of A Catholic Woman And Her Protestant Husband, Holland, 1888

A Lone Man Refusing To Do The Nazi Salute, 1936

Job Hunting In 1930’s

German Soldiers React To Footage Of Concentration Camps, 1945

Residents Of West Berlin Show Children To Their Grandparents Who Reside On The Eastern Side, 1961

Acrobats Balance On Top Of The Empire State Building, 1934

Mafia Boss Joe Masseria Lays Dead On A Brooklyn Restaurant Floor Holding The Ace Of Spades, 1931

Lesbian Couple At Le Monocle, Paris, 1932

The Most Beautiful Suicide – Evelyn Mchale Leapt To Her Death From The Empire State Building, 1947

The Remains Of The Astronaut Vladimir Komarov, A Man Who Fell From Space, 1967

Race Organizers Attempt To Stop Kathrine Switzer From Competing In The Boston Marathon. She Became The First Woman To Finish The Race, 1967

Harold Whittles Hearing Sound For The First Time, 1974

Nikola Tesla Sitting In His Laboratory With His “Magnifying Transmitter”


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[herewaskendra]

Wow

[I Do Whatever.]

[scribbledinlinesofink]

Ouch.
The Pain.
Won’t it go away?
Suffering.
I’d like to run from it all.
I’d like to drown it to death
And dry it dead,
Shrinking the artefacts
With alcohol.
I’d like to kill all the Pain
And like a man murdered in cold blood;
I don’t want anyone finding the body.
I don’t wish to see the body;
I feel shame in the memory,
So I burn it all.
I burn each body of pain I drown.
Isn’t the Torture great?
Feels so renewing
To torture the Torture,
And watch it die
In the way that it’s killed me
So many fucking times.
By Torture, by slaughter,
You’ll only keep coming back
In different forms,
So I’ll slaughter you
In the way you continue to slaughter me,
Killing you over and over again
Until I die of exhaustion.
Because whether I slaughter and torture you,
Or not each time,
It’s a double-edged sword.
I shall live until I fail at killing you.
And one day, I shall fail at killing you
Because I won’t have the strength,
So the poison that is meant to kill you
Will kill me instead.
And when I die,
The Torture will only spread
And you shall come back
For those who are living, Dear Torture,
And haunt them to death
Just as you did to me
And you will slaughter them to death.
While they live, they shall torture and slaughter you
To death.
And you shall only come back for them.
And they will fight you
Until they can no longer fight
As you continue to come back.
Eventually they shall lose strength.
And you, Dear Torture, shall win
As you take life after life.
Dear Torture,
Your torture is a form of slaughter.
And you take life after life.
You watch us all bleed and cry
Until we die
And as we die.
And you know we shall all give into you.
Torture, Pain,
Whatever your name:
You leave us all to rot in shame.

[I Do Whatever.]

[scribbledinlinesofink]

Chug, Chug.

Buy cheap booze

And chug until all the pain goes away.

You’re never yourself.

You don’t ever wanna be yourself again.

You never knew how to smile.

So now you forget how to cry.

At least now you can smile when you’re drunk.

When you were yourself,

There was too much pain,

So now

You throw it all away.

Drown it with sweet toxic.

Let your old self die of poison.

You’re now Comfortably Numb.

You don’t vomit when you’re drunk.

You vomit when it’s been a couple days

And you’ve had absolutely none.

And at that point,

Two drinks is nothing but a tease.

You’re on the verge of dying

When those few drops leave.

You shake, shiver,

You feel like you’re gonna freeze

To death.

But once you gain back your continuous supply,

All is well.

You just better damn well keep it up.

You’re a fucking drunkard and there’s no turning back.

You now drink to live.

To drink is a higher priority than to eat.

You lock every door

At the end of the day

And you shut everyone out.

You open the can or the bottle

And listen to angry or melancholic songs.

You find yourself having a drink as soon as you wake up.

You can’t function without it.

You find yourself chugging in public bathroom stalls.

You can’t function without it.

It’s too late to quit.

You see it’s easier to give in,

And so you give in.

At least you’ll never cry again.

A drunken smile is better than none;

It might just be worth it.

You’re only functional as an alcoholic.

[I Do Whatever.]

[isabelle-wells]

Searching for a girlfriend for one night?

[I Do Whatever.]

A couple nights ago…

[I Do Whatever.]

[I Do Whatever.]