i’m fucking the fuck girl for fucks
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

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@shithead-goose
i’m fucking the fuck girl for fucks
while i recognize driving through a good chunk of america and looking at random towns on grindr is wild behavior, have you considered what it means to be a dl sissy crossdresser in altoona pa and seeing the two most beautiful women grace the screen of your phone on a random summer night
although i am a lesbian, there are certain fictional/unattainable men that i feel strongly about
nanami - jjk
the man on the tapatío bottle
Blue Lick (sexy cat man) - crimehot by alec robbins
louis de pointe du lac played by jacob anderson - interview with the vampire
mettaton - undertale
bruno and abbachio - jjba (this one is just bc i want them to make out sloppy style)
roy mustang - full metal alchemist brotherhood
the band her’s
dev hynes
oh tapatío man we’re really in it now
sorry team i’m doing some rent lowering drafts posting
my body isn’t a temple, it’s a wasteland of sludge and estrogen
i just want them to be proud of me in the same way that my friend’s parents are proud of me. i want them to see me for me. i want them to love the full me
if you’re in a fraternity you have to kill yourself
thy sins are painted upon my flesh
do i want my parents to know me or do i want them to be proud of me, that is the question
destruction and sabotage is a form of intimacy
WE ARE SO EASY TO CONTROL NOBODY IS IMMUNE TO PROPAGANDA!!!!!!!!!! FUCK HAVING A SOUL
i wish i could hold you so much baby
i didn’t know what hunger was until i tasted nectar this sweet
look what i don’t tell people is that i don’t remember like most things prior to being around 16, and the things i remember from before then are more factual and less like true feelings and sensations. i can remember them because i’ve had to state them repeatedly to medical professionals. when i really try to think or feel about that time in my life and even most of that strange period from 16-21, it just feels like a dark pit that i can’t see anything in. while i recognize part of this is probably because i just convinced myself for so long that i’d be dead by now and now that i want to live, i never truly prepared myself to get to this point, i still think there’s far more to it than that. i think for me to get this far, i had to block out a lot of inputs and what took place to get me here. and even if i can remember it factually, i blocked out the sensations and feelings during those negative experiences to prevent it from impacting me too much. i got so used to blocking out the world and cutting out the sensations from myself that at some point i feel like i lost a fair share of my capacity to feel those sensations. while i recognize some of this derived from me being trans and being incapable of inhabiting a body that was not mine, there’s also so many of these elements of being in environments that weren’t conducive to me growing into like a normal, healthy, well-adjusted person. and it’s so fucking frustrating. everyday from like 6th-12th grade the only way i would describe how i was feeling was tired because i wouldn’t allow myself to feel anything else. and of course there are outliers but idk i’m still just mad at the circumstances that made me. like i want to just scream and kick and break down over it. even if it wasn’t that bad and like in theory i should be okay, i’m just not and i’m mad about it.
i’m sure this has been said before but if you really wanna protect the dolls how about we employ the dolls. like not to be a bitch but i’m so sick of saying protect the dolls with no tangible plan behind it. and quite frankly the best way we can protect is keep them stably employed.
don’t talk to me unless you feel some sort of carnal desire while eating clementines