
祝日 / Permanent Vacation
d e v o n
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

tannertan36

Kiana Khansmith

shark vs the universe
Claire Keane

if i look back, i am lost
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Sade Olutola
Monterey Bay Aquarium
One Nice Bug Per Day
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
AnasAbdin
we're not kids anymore.
taylor price

titsay
DEAR READER
todays bird

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@thelovewitchh333
literally me
ethel cain <3
It has come to my attention that there is a fundamental misunderstanding in the community of what a “mean femme” is, so let me clear a few things up:
A mean femme IS:
- someone who will defend members of their own community to the fucking death, including and especially butches, whether they are romantically involved with said butches or not
- someone who doesn’t care about being labeled as mean or bitchy when it comes to standing up for someone else
- someone who doesn’t give a single fuck about heteropatriarchal expectations and lives accordingly
A mean femme is NOT:
- someone who is mean to butches
- like hello
- someone who is mean to butches doesn’t get to call themselves a femme at all
- that’s not a mean femme, that’s just a regular asshole
Such a soft mood today. Want to cuddle with my butch, air conditioning on as high as possible. It was their idea, so I could curl into their side under a blanket. Cold toes pressed to warm shins.
Each of us has their own warm drink of choice. Maybe a tea, a coffee, or just hot chocolate even if the time is too early.
We both have a book in hand, different to each other's. I've figured out the only way I could manage to read again was with their warmth besides me, head on their shoulder while I scan the page in my hand.
I'd get distracted at times, moving my head up to kiss their jaw or their neck. Their hand is swirling a smooth strand of my curls between their fingers, propping the book enough on their knee/thigh to only need one hand to flip through it. Sometimes I hold the corner of the book so they can flip it, knowing they like their hand in my hair too much to remove it.
Hours spent just next to each other, existing. Both in our own little worlds trapped between pages, but sharing this space together.