I Don't Know Chief, Sounds Like Something A Hot Person Would Say

oh boy its yearn o'clock again. Time to air out my deepest fantasies on tumbler dot com

The boiling desire in the back of my mind to be a Queen, surrounded by loyal maids and knights. To be loved unconditionally at my worst as much as at my best, to have my every little need and whim unquestioningly served, to be worshipped. To be cared for and pampered without any strings attached, simply because it's what they were made for.

and of course occasionally pound them into a submissive puddle, god forbid a woman have needs.

Reblog if you’re a transfem who is shy and you fear abandonment, even when you know that your friends are amazing and would never leave you.

Or if you like pizza.

reblog to call prev cute :3

casual survey: reblog if you want to kiss a girl right now

rb to tell prev they're being so brave right now and pat their head a little please

sure bestie sure

SOLID, COLD BUTTER; IS WHITE

Melted, warm, soft butter; is yellow

they should invent HRT that turns you into a robot catgirl i'd buy the shit outta that

you should scroll through your mutuals blogs and mass reblog all their posts cause the reblog button on their page is actually an erogenous zone

I hope this reacha those of you who needed it most

If you haven’t had that moment yet—the one where you get to shed the weight of the world, even for just a little while—I promise, it’s coming. There are people out there who will hold you the way you deserve to be held. You are not alone. You never were. Better days are ahead, love. You’ll see.

It's that sapphic, trans girl urge to curl up like a small, fluffy creature against the warm body of someone who truly sees you—to press yourself into their touch, let out the softest little mewls, sighs, and whimpers as they stroke your hair and murmur sweet words of praise. Telling you how proud they are. How strong you are. How beautifully, undeniably you you’ve always been.

Because gods, you’ve tried so hard to be yourself—to fit into something that never quite fit you back. But in these moments, you don’t have to try. You can just be. Wrapped up in the arms of someone who understands, who knows the weight you carry, who shares it with you without hesitation.

this poor dude is hanging onto their gender identity by a string and Tumblr is waving scissors in the air like a pitchfork mob

Foxes on the mind