some trans pride & pronoun blinkies just bcuz
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Bigger erry’ day 💁🏼♀️
reads for: asexual/queer/lesbian, hard of hearing (wear hearing aids)
general questions and discussion: yes
in-depth discussion of plots and characters: yes
partial read (relevant sections): yes
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Me, traumatized and perpetually suspicious, gteting bad vibes from someone just from hearing about them but not saying anything because they’re clearly in love and I’m usually over dramatic anyways:
The person who was telling me about them: ya so they ain’t shit guess what I caught them doing-
Me, sweating: who woulda thunk my dude
Hmm, hey yes, how about some pictures of me lounging with my offensively gorgeous hair curling up into offensively perfect ringlets, while catching the light to show off its obnoxiously silken copper sheen.
Musing currently over whether I’m demisexual, if I actually want to really push into the whole demislutsual thing, or if actually what I really need is just boundaries. Can’t quite determine.
I really don’t mind the idea of kissing people.
It feels a little more intimate than hugging, but not by much.
Kissing on the mouth I’m less sure about, but I’m inclined to kiss people’s faces when I’m excited, with the same emotion I feel when I hug.
I’d only do it with really close friends, and it would be entirely platonic in nature.
LOL when you get hit on by a man at work and he asks “do you have a boyfriend” and you get to hit him back with “no but I have a girlfriend”
our hands intertwine and i am mesmerized by the sight of your skin to mine, your fingers tangled in my own and my thumb brushing lazy patterns on that spot you love for me to touch. your smooth brown, as deep and rich as fresh coffee. my uneven bronze, marred by self-inflicted scars that had you kissed until they healed. the contrast is startling and i wonder for a fleeting moment, what life would be like if you were mine and i were yours.
would you erase my pain for me? would you take away my agony, my misery?
i wish i had the courage to say it aloud. i wish i could tell you all the beautiful things about you that you somehow manage to fail to see. i wish fervently, wholeheartedly, that i could follow you to the ends of the earth and to whatever lays beyond. i wish.
but the words die on my lips and instead i tell you that i think you look pretty today. instead i blush and look away and shuffle my feet. instead i pretend that we have all the time in the world together, to just exist as we are.
maybe if i want it hard enough, you will love me back.
I’ve been posting a lot of selfies the last few days!! I haven’t felt cute in a while, and for some reason these last few days I’ve been feeling… okay! and so I will take all the selfies 👽🌈🙃
My dad told me I look like George Michael. Ultimate compliment
Lately I’ve been feeling like both pansexual and queer are words I identify with in terms of my sexuality… I mean hell, I kinda feel like queer is a word that I identify with for the entirety of my being, I just am queer
whoever threw that paper, ya mom’s a hoe
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this is the fit y’all are always talking about, right?