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I am a soft and very silly boy in a hard man’s shell, hope that’s ok

idk if men know this but

if you have to beg a girl into saying yes, it’s not consensual. if you make a girl feel bad for not wanting to have sex with you to the point where she says yes, it’s not consensual. if you have to trick a girl into saying yes, it’s not consensual.

sebsketchs

sticker design for pride this year! 💞🏳️‍⚧️

noah-wyles

trans women, i love you.

you were a woman yesterday. you're a woman today. you're a woman tomorrow. you're a woman forever.

trans women have existed long before those stuffy bigots sitting in a court room have. trans women will continue to exist long after they're dead and rotting in the earth.

bebs-art-gallery

Specimen Storehouse from Elden Ring art book

kaatrina

every now and then u gotta make a post abt how men suck to weed out the incels

vanillacologne

anxietyproblem

anik

if you become happy in life your blog will suffer for it

#haha oops yeah it’s happening

bahatitx-deactivated20211216

green's my colour.

smallhorizons

[Image Description: Text of the poem “To the Young Who Want to Die” by Gwendolyn Brooks, next to a black and white photo of the poet. Poem reads as follows:

Sit down. Inhale. Exhale. The gun will wait. The lake will wait. The tall gall in the small seductive vial will wait will wait: will wait a week: will wait through April. You do not have to die this certain day. Death will abide, will pamper your postponement. I assure you death will wait. Death has a lot of time. Death can attend to you tomorrow. Or next week. Death is just down the street; is most obliging neighbor; can meet you any moment. You need not die today. Stay here–through pout or pain or peskyness. Stay here. See what the news is going to be tomorrow. Graves grow no green that you can use. Remember, green’s your color. You are Spring.

/End ID.]