Trans girls will do anything except go to bed at a reasonable hour.
We’ll lie in bed staring at the ceiling, scrolling through old messages, overanalyzing every compliment we’ve ever received like they’re sacred texts. We’ll sit in front of the mirror at 2 AM, whispering sweet affirmations to our reflection, testing out new names under our breath just to see how they feel.
We’ll get lost in the glow of our screens, reading sapphic love stories, fantasizing about a world where we don’t have to explain ourselves—where a girl calls us hers without hesitation, without doubt. We’ll try on that one perfect outfit in the dead of night, twirling in the dim light of our room, feeling beautiful in a way we never let ourselves during the day.
We’ll stay up because sleep means letting go, and we’re not ready for that. Not when there’s still so much of ourselves to discover, to claim. Not when the night feels like the only time we can be unapologetically us.
Or maybe, just maybe, we’re staying up because we know she’s awake too. Somewhere out there, another restless trans girl is doing the same thing—scrolling, dreaming, waiting. And if we reach out, if we’re bold enough to send that late-night message, maybe we’ll both have a reason to sleep a little easier.
But not yet. Not tonight. There’s still too much to want, too much to feel.
And besides, who needs sleep when we could be whispering our deepest desires into the quiet of the night, where no one but the stars can hear?
i do get a sick sense of satisfaction out of driving a yellow car. like well yes this might as well be something that i do. very few can
balenciaga
Dream body
d̶͖͛̓͢͝â̷̗͇̕̚͜t̸̢̥͌́̋͞e̴̱҇͆͜?̶̶̶̶̱̱̱̱͌͌͌͌͢͢͢͢͝͝͝͝🖤
I would watch you as you sleep, my darling, my fingers tracing the vulnerable curve of your throat. I could take everything from you in a heartbeat, yet I choose not to. Instead, I linger, my presence a silent threat, a reminder of the hold I have over you. And when you awaken, my gaze still upon you, you would know that your every breath is a gift I have allowed you, a mercy granted by my unyielding love.
Prev’s junk is cold. Reblog to put it in your mouth
maybe i can feel better.
I dreamed of you last night, lovely
girl who starts establishing an increasingly large transbian polycule because at this point it’s really the only way she knows how to form new friendships as an adult.
Due to recent drawings that had a certain vibe...
I just want to remind people that Bill Cipher is probably the most UNSEXIEST TACTLESS GUY! Like seriously! He'd probably say shit like " wowza!! What a ride! " After sex or smth!!!
Example:
Please don't nuke me for this uhmm
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