Q: What Is A Woman?

Im not ok. I’ve been crying in front of the mirror for the last hour.

What am I doing? I’m an adult, why am I still hiding?

My dad told me I need to stop “for now” after he noticed I had makeup on. I didn’t stop I just got better at hiding it.

The others in church continue to throw transphobia around like it’s tennis, not understanding that I’m in the stands.

Im NOT a creep, im NOT a pervert, im NOT a faker. I just want BREATH for the first time in my life.

College can’t come soon enough. I can’t stay here, I’m not safe, I’m not healthy.

Tumblr is my void that I shout at, cry tears into, and hug out of desperation. Every once in a while, it hugs back; I know I’m not alone.

https://youtu.be/QjnEziLlAto?si=9A6WqsB2sky17XTH

lesbians love and support our trans sisters 💖💖

You deserve someone who wants to give you a fucking text back, ya know? Someone who wants you, only you, and makes you feel wanted. Someone who can’t help but message you first thing in the morning when the sun is coming through the curtain, and they’re barely waking. Someone who wants to spend their drunken Friday nights with you, but also their lazy Sundays. Someone who holds their one-person umbrella right above you when it’s pouring down, so that you’re sheltered, even if it means they get soaked through. You deserve someone who thinks of you, often. Someone who calls you on the phone at the end of a long day, because they want to hear the sound of your voice before they drift off to sleep. Someone who makes plans with you on a Tuesday evening, because the weekend is just too far away, and who cares if we have to go to work the next day. Someone who says definitely, not maybe, and follows through. You deserve to hear a song on the radio that makes you melt on the inside at the thought of this someone. Someone who could watch you sleeping for hours at a time, and be perfectly content in the grace and stillness of that moment. Someone who steals a kiss when you’re mid-sentence and least expecting to find their lips. Someone who will happily pig out on pizza with you in bed, and not judge the sweatpants & top knot look you’re sporting. Someone who is just that into you. You deserve someone who challenges the both of you constantly; someone who makes you strive to be better each day, because they’re trying to be better too. Someone you can count on to stick around when the shit hits the fan, which it will. Someone who chooses to lift you up, always. You deserve magic, and fireworks…You deserve someone who will always be careful with your heart, because they know just how fragile it already was before they held it. Someone who’s heart aches whenever yours does. Someone who wakes up next to you each day feeling like they’ve hit the jackpot, over and over again, and thinking what on earth did they do in their past life to be so damn lucky. You deserve someone’s complete attention. Someone who looks at you, and I mean really sees you, and all of the beauty you hold. You deserve to be someone’s first choice. Someone’s best friend. Someone’s partner in crime. Someone’s everything. You deserve to be loved; and loved extraordinarily well. And to be told that you are loved, every single day

– Thought Catalog

just a handy little info chart on the spectrums of sexuality.

love

I’m sure someones already said this but I often see Tumblr described as a hellsite. This is fundamentally incorrect.

Tumblr is the faesite. Everybody is super confused and lost, you keep running into random places. Somehow you end up stuck there forever after interacting a couple of times. The people are all strange, everybody simultaneously seems to be from the future and the past as if time is meaningless.

https://youtu.be/CqLF7Jv4k-Q?si=nr-pUtTERqYswf41