Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to sufferThe slings and arrows of dysphoriaOr to take arms against a sea of hatredAnd by opposing end them.To cry, to weep--No more--and by transition to say we endThe heartache, and the thousand natural shocksThat flesh is heir to. 'Tis a consummationDevoutly to be wished. To transition, to weep--To weep--perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub,For in that weeping of the past what dreams may comeWhen we have shuffled off this mortal torment,Must give us pause.For who would bear the practiced smile,The borrowed voice, the careful lie each day,Who would endure the mirror’s quiet crueltyAnd strangers measuring your worth in glances?Who would wear madness like a shield,Pretend at ease while bleeding inwardly,Just to learn which hearts are safe,Just to see who tells the truth?
Yeah...
>>43768212Whether you transition or do not transition, you will regret both.
>>43768212That’s a lot of words for nutting into a butthole and living a pointless existence boifren
>>43768255This may be my favorite image of boymoder ever, thanks anon
>>43768212To not transition is to embrace nihilism. You must transition to overcome life and its limitations. Become the Übermensch.
>>43768336Thanks I wrote it before I transitioned and it’s way better now trust
>>43768338Here's the full image.
>>43768356This is actually peak
