hey yall, since i came out to my mum im gonna start going after hrt. since my mum is unlikely to really want to pay for it, im gonna try fundraising for the transsexualism diagnosis that i need in order to start it (hungary sucks)
I love Clark Kent because realistically both a nice 6'5 superhero with godlike powers AND a friendly 6'5 country boy reporter would be rolling in bitches, but Clark suffers from terminal Sweetiepie Syndrome and has zero game as a result
Fighting for his LIFE on the phone with a cute girl. He’s so real for this.
did i even tell you guys how i pretended to know how to play an instrument for three years and only two people ever figured it out.
i don’t mean i was like. telling people i could play guitar, i mean i was sitting in band class holding a french horn to my lips and looking at the music and not understanding any of it or knowing how to play a single note. for 3 years.
the two people who knew were my best friend who knew i was too stupid to play such a complicated instrument and the only other hornist in my section who had to desperately cover for me because he knew i had blackmail material on him. i only came clean this year in my senior speech and to this day people still call me mellophony and the no hit wonder.
