He/him/they.
Type 1 diabetic.
Gay.
Absolute filth.
I post in Welsh sometimes.
Fy enw ydy 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 yn Saesneg.
Pro trains. Pro trans. Pro wrestling.
Stick (Barely Functioning) 🏳️🌈🏴🩸
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There's been a car alarm blasting outside for over an hour and I'm about to throw a brick through it's windscreen.
Peugeot 308, if you're gonna start crying, I'm gonna give you a fuckin reason to cry.
You know those moments when you look at everything going on in the world around you and you think to yourself "why am I still here"?
Yeah...
If the headline is asking a question, the answer is always no.
Usually when I feel like putting my head in the oven I think "nah, can't. AEW is on tomorrow" but not even the thought of top quality graps is making my mind a pleasant place right now.
Me: Right, brain. You're gonna make me do something to release dopamine and stop me from feeling so gloomy.
Brain: You're going to listen to Manic Street Preachers Holy Bible album.
Fuck you, brain.
