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@mybrainrotz
logging into tumblr like yes i love women and my hobbies include yearning and being silly.
Knowing I shouldn’t but doing it anyways, relaxing in the cool weather by my pool and imagining all of the beautiful women who will be spending time here in a couple of weeks as my friends start to spend their time at the pool
ANNE HATHAWAY and DAKOTA JOHNSON
Verity (2026) dir. Michael Showalter
How can someone be so god damn beautiful after just waking up
ANNE HATHAWAY and DAKOTA JOHNSON
Verity (2026) dir. Michael Showalter
okay now that we’ve a had couple lesbian blockbusters and milfs are having a romance moment, we need to bring back the manic pixie dream girl. she was never fuckin suited to fixing all the problems of some boring twenty year old everyman, but you know who could actually benefit from a quirky free-spirited blue haired girl with pronouns (she/they)? a newly divorced forty-something mom who’s trying to learn how to be herself for the first time in her life
Why is it awkward to hug some friends and not others. Is it the made up lesbian tension in your head or are you just overthinking everything in your life again
She is an addiction
Your eyes are my favorite color.
My favorite game is to get a little drunk and just stare into them. And when you’re trying to find an answer to something, it’s like I can glimpse the beauty of your amazing brain through them and I long for every moment I get to look into them.
And your smile, and your laugh, warm my chest. And your mannerisms - the lilt of your voice and the wave of your hands, have been burned into my mind with such detail.
You may complain that you can never tan, but I think the color of your skin is beautiful. It’s not like it’s as white as porcelain, but it has that feeling. The beautiful, delicate, shine of moonlight.
And your arms and hands seem so delicate. How they stretch out - I just want to run my fingers across your bird tattoo.
And you do a great job at your makeup - a skill I will never have. But you without makeup is breathtaking. It just you. And I revel in any moment I get to see that part of you.
As weird as it sounds, I marvel at how skinny your legs look. I’ve always hated mine and how large they’ve always been, but yours just look so delicate but you stand on them so strongly.
And I absolutely love it when you wear boots or combat boots.
When I get to see those moments of how fiercely you love - it makes me proud to get to call myself your friend. The way you love your dogs. He way the only time I see you run is when they are in trouble. It’s a side of you I’m happy gets shared with me. How much you love your friends - and how I’m constantly surprised by your actions. And as much as it pains me and twists rh knife in my gut, the way you so passionately love your husband. The way you look at him after so many years still, hungry and devoted.
It all makes me wish often I didn’t exist or I could be different. But if that were true, I wouldn’t know you. So I live with the knowledge that at least I get to live a life having known you in it, even if loving you will kill me.
drunk me is so fun (doesn’t worry about masking)
“She’s our dream lesbian” like that doesn’t stab me in the gut, twist the knife, and make me want to give up on everything
everything is wlw if you’re crazy enough
she’s such an overthinker i wanna fuck her until she cant think anymore
There are so many labels and while I understand they can help and discovering other identities has helped me figure out myself more, the more I try and think about who I am the more I come to the conclusion that I am just me.
My style and dress is comfortable. I don’t feel that I present more feminine or more masculine on any given day. Yes, my hair is short, but it’s often bright colors. How much my boobs are out is based on how comfortable I feel with them in the moment. There are some clothes I really like and a lot of clothes I’m just not interested in. I don’t feel that I lean more feminine or more masculine. I just feel like me.
I’ve never really liked my style and wish I could find something I enjoy more but every time I do it’s much more feminine than I would like. Would I like to dress in more traditional masculine wear like suits and vests and stuff? Sure. But I also want the clothes to look good on me and I still want to present as a woman. Which is often the biggest issue because the clothes i want to wear and the hair I have present like a boy and I don’t really want to look like that.
So when I’m trying to figure out who I am and what I like I often land on - I’m me. I can’t label myself any other way than just doing the things and wearing the things I enjoy. And I feel that should be enough. To be comfortable enough to be myself and not feel the pressure to label anything about me.
But then of course I also don’t really know who I am. And so it’s the circle I’m stuck in and the more I think about the circle the smaller the circle gets.
P.s. it also doesn’t help that the woman I find the most attractive are very feminine women and so of course I find myself wanting to look like that because I find it the most attractive but then I try and it doesn’t work.