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Trans Guys | Bind Kinder 
The use of ace bandages for binding is not only extremely uncomfortable, its dangerous. Ace bandages contract around the ribcage, not allowing your ribcage to expand as you breathe, furthermore, putting you at risk for deformed ribs from prolonged use, as well as broken rib bones. Always use a binder, which is specifically designed for binding and shaping the chest. Can’t afford a binder? contact Aydian Dowling at point5ccclothing@gmail.com and get a binder for nothing more than the cost of shipping. 

genderexpansion:

Trans Guys | Bind Kinder 

The use of ace bandages for binding is not only extremely uncomfortable, its dangerous. 

Ace bandages contract around the ribcage, not allowing your ribcage to expand as you breathe, furthermore, putting you at risk for deformed ribs from prolonged use, as well as broken rib bones. 

Always use a binder, which is specifically designed for binding and shaping the chest. 

Can’t afford a binder? contact Aydian Dowling at point5ccclothing@gmail.com and get a binder for nothing more than the cost of shipping. 

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gabe saporta. reblog if u agree

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the-jackals:

msmeiriona:

HEY FOLLOWERS:

HAVE YOU EATEN RECENTLY?

ARE YOU HYDRATED?

IS THERE MEDICATION YOU NEED TO TAKE?

HAVE YOU LAUGHED TODAY?

FRIENDLY REMINDER BECAUSE I KNOW I NEED THEM EVERY SO OFTEN.

ALSO HERE HAVE A KITTEN:

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YOU I ACTUALLY FORGOT TO TAKE MY MEDS TODAY

this is the third time this post has reminded me to take my meds

we’re all gonna die

dude i haven’t had any water today or taken my meds thank you for this post

The aftermath of a “5% chance of rain”. Ughhhhhhhh

The aftermath of a “5% chance of rain”. Ughhhhhhhh

basiacat:

when ur thirsty for fic but you have quite fucking literally read every single quality fanfiction for the pairing

mydearcucumberbatch:

Oh my god

officialgeorgebush:

lewdfruitington:

omgpoetry:

this is funny
like really, really funny

You sly bugger. That took me a while.

I have googled my life away. I have read bible verses. I have studied the ohilosophical meaning behind the numbers. I have become a modern Gallup trying to ask people to help me figure this out. What the FUCK does it mean.

officialgeorgebush:

lewdfruitington:

omgpoetry:

this is funny

like really, really funny

You sly bugger. That took me a while.

I have googled my life away. I have read bible verses. I have studied the ohilosophical meaning behind the numbers. I have become a modern Gallup trying to ask people to help me figure this out. What the FUCK does it mean.

"

Tonight I listened to a voicemail you left me three months ago.
In it, you told me to go fuck myself.
I still remember that night.
I still remember those words rolling off your tongue so gracefully.
I remember wondering how someone so beautiful could be so cruel.

Two months ago I called you at three A.M.
I expected you to ignore it, or to send me to voicemail;
those were two of the things you were best at.
You answered and I felt my heart begin to race;
you probably thought it was because I missed you,
but truthfully it was because I didn’t expect you to answer,
and because I really had to pee.
I asked you how you were and you sat there quietly and confused.
It was like you forgot that I existed and that I was once a part of your life.
You told me “fine” and I smiled.
That was the last conversation we had.
I made sure to let go of you, and every negative word that was said, in a peaceful way.

Fast forward two months, and I still wonder how you are.
I still wonder how your dog is and if you’ve seen any good movies lately.
If you ever heard me say this, you’d probably blush like you used to whenever I said something sweet.
You’d probably think I think these things because I still love you, that I still want you.
But that is not the case.
You see, six months ago I was jumping through hoops to please you.
To make sure that you were happy before myself.
To make sure that I was the one causing your happiness.
But it is not six months ago.
It is now.
And now I simply remember you as a person I gave my soul to.
A person I told secrets to at 4am and fucked to feel a sense of closeness.
A person I loved, yes.
But it is not six months ago.
It is now, and now I miss you.
I miss the way you called randomly just to ask how my day was.
I miss the way you seemed to care, even if you didn’t.
I miss the friendship and the secrets and the stories.
And maybe one day things will be different.
Maybe you’ll call me on a Tuesday afternoon and ask how my day was.
These are the things I think about before my eyes slowly close and I am finally rewarded with sleep.
But for right now?
Go fuck yourself.

"

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Oh my god

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Shit man

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notsiskysbusiness:

are u really gay

do u have brown hair

C ONG RA TULA TION S

U R NE X T PA NCI AT TH E DISCO MEME BER

1337tattoos:

I did a little thingy part 1. you guys agree? you can check out part 2 here


All Wrong - The Story So Far

All Wrong - The Story So Far