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(It’s time for quirky questions with Julie!) what’s your favorite decade? How to you feel about your birthday? If someone offered to run a presidential campaign for you today would you run?
oop this is an old one I never saw but.. may as well answer it now :)
My favorite decade is probablyyyy either the 70s or the 90s. I love the rock scene from both those decades. Two totally different vibes, but both equally as great
My birthday is... eh. I stopped liking to make a big deal out of my birthday in middle school when I started losing all the people I wanted to celebrate with. It's fun with my family, but I don't do parties are go out with friends or anything
Absolutely not. I know as much about politics as I do about quantum physics💀
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(It’s Time for Air Themed Questions with Julie!) What’s the best cloud shape you’ve seen? Do dandelion wishes come true? Do you like flying/If you’ve never flown, do you want to? What is your favorite weather? 
I once saw a cloud shaped like a dog on a unicycle💀
I absolutely believe dandelion wishes come true.. sometimes I wonder if my dog is making a dandelion wish when he eats them
I love flying! Altho, I usually fly Alaska and... after that whole thing with the side panel coming off that plane, I'm ngl I'm a little anxious to fly again💀
My favorite weather is probably tropical weather. I love a good thunderstorm. When it's rainy and warm out.. ugh it's the best
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(It’s Time For Water Themed Questions With Julie!) have you ever been in the ocean? if you were a pirate what would you name your ship? do you think there’s undiscovered sea monsters? do you need to go drink water?
The ocean is my favorite place🥰
I would probably name my ship... Neptune's Scurge
I absolutely think there are sea monsters
... yes... probably why I have a headache LOL
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what’s you favorite kind of sandwich? where do thoughts come from? who is your favorite fictional character?
I love me a good bagel sandwich😩my favorite it a toasted everything bagel with cream cheese, tomato paste (trust me..), fresh basil (absolutely MUST be fresh), and ham and fresh (also absolutely MUST be fresh) mozzarella and a lil black pepper😩 it’s so good
thoughts come from satan himself bexause lately my thoughts have been making me want to drive my car off a bridge
my favorite fictional character is probably Raven from Teen Titans
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(It’s time for obscure asks with Julie!) what are your favorite and least favorite parts of the holiday season? If you could have coffee with one person, dead or alive, who would it be? What is your current favorite lyric?
My favorite part is the lights. I love driving around and looking at Christmas lights while sipping on a peppermint mocha or a hot cocoa. My least favorite is how rude everyone is, I feel like they get exponentially less friendly around the holidays, which is weird because you'd think it would be the opposite :/
If I could have coffee with one person it would probably be our fearless leader of Broski nation. I fucking love Britany and I could genuinely sit and listen to her talk about art, music, books, quite literally anything for HOURS. She's so funny and knowledgable and I love it
My current favorite lyric is probably from the song Time Traveler by Rocco Frattasio--that man is a fucking poet I swear to god.. but anyways, this is it: "Do I make it out of here, this place where dreams go to die? I've got craters in my skull, where time is warper and things get dull, wooly mammoths walk around and the elephants are jealous of their hair. Time traveler, are there still lovers that don't care about the stares of the eyes of the world?"
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You, with charcoal for lungs and tar in your heart. You, with vacant eyes and meticulous tongue, fill my naive head with hollow promises and affirmations and assertions of your longing--how you ache to be near me, to touch me, to kiss me, to hold me, to fuck me. And I fall for it, all of it, every last word, again and again and again and again. You act like a boyfriend and you treat me like a girlfriend, but you never say that's what we are; and you say that I'm yours but never that you're mine, and I'm too afraid to ask because I'm afraid that you'll tell me the truth, for once.
I don't mind being lied to if it means I get to be loved for a few hours a day.
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My dearest whatever,
I cannot fathom why you would lie so; "one day, one day," you convince me to stay, with promises of love you cannot keep. "I ache for you, I long for you," or so you say. You say that I am yours but never that you're mine, so why must we go round and round and round and round until the end of time--or at least until we tear each other apart, or you tear out my heart. I'd tear it out myself and serve it to you warm and fresh and bloody with my love. I'd do anything you asked me to, for you, my sweet, the one I bleed to love.
unfortunately, yours
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In the blueness of the in-between, when anything and everything feels possible, that's when I fell in love. That hour when the day bleeds into the night, the night into the morning; when dreams are born and love is made and forever seems a lot closer than I ever could have imagined. The static bustle of a restless city turns white noise into poetry. His steady breathing is slow and melodic, keeping the rhythm of our hearts and the pace of our minds. Nothing to worry about now. Silence. And he smells like browned flour on a rainy afternoon, chopped celery and fresh-baked cookies, lavender and cigarettes, tobacco and fresh rosemary from the garden; he smells like home. The rough scrape of his calloused finger pads against my cheek as he plays connect the dots, using my freckles as his guide. Silence. There is nothing to say, nothing to think, nothing to see here, in the darkness, where the twisted fingers of the light cannot ruin this--cannot unscrew the solidity of this moment.
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the world is a better place with trans women in it. trans women are valuable and important members of our communities. trans women deserve safety and protection and love.
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I would have carved my heart right out of my chest and served it to you, still warm, still beating, still bloody and full of life--full of love--if you asked me to.
If you asked me to, I would have changed everything about myself: I would have dyed my hair, I would have changed the clothes that I wear (but you wouldn't have wanted that, that was what you liked about me, the subtlety of my longing and the innocence shrouded in darkness, peaking shyly through the runs in my tights and the shortness of my skirts).
I was perfectly willing and eager to let you mold me into whatever you wanted me to be, your definition of perfection, your archetype of a girl--not woman, no, you didn't want that; you got off on the fact that I'm just a girl, half your age and untainted by the hands and the essence of any other man, pliable because I was inexperienced and naive and far too eager for my own good to please you, a man, not a boy. And I liked the idea of an older man wanting me--me, who couldn't even grab the attention of any guys my own age.
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I'll make a new pinned eventually, but... heyyyy so I was previously @http-lo but I deleted that acc for personal reasons that I shall not go into detail on, but this is my new acc :)
here's the basics:
I'm 19, I'm a broke ass college student, my pronouns are she/her, and if you are not 18+ then... BEGONST WITH YOU🤺🤺
kinks include: cnc, somno, intox, stalking, kidnapping, size difference, ddlg, bdsm, knife play, pet play, corruption, impact play, choking, hair pulling, and uhhhh yea that's all I can think of for now😁
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I'm a girl with too many feelings and I hate it
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All my self-control flies right out the window the moment I step through the threshold of a Barnes and Noble🤘
officially on a book buying ban for the rest of the year💸
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sometimes I just want to crawl out of my skin and let my raw flesh melt into a bubbling puddle on the asphalt, let myself dissolve into tar, let the crows and other rapacious foragers lap me up and gnaw on my bones, use them to build their homes and their nests, so that I can finally be of use
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"I can't remember what was tender, and what had caused the pain" -Rocco Frattasio, 1955
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sometimes I wonder if I will ever feed this hunger inside of me—if I will ever quell these pangs of my body feasting upon itself, gnawing on the bones of this pathetic desperation to be wanted
I lay awake into long hours of the night feeling this deep hollowness of my core consuming me, devouring me, digesting me, spitting out the bones and gristle and cartilage, and picking the skin out from between its teeth
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What happened to your other account?
I deleted it impulsively because I was kinda over it
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