Kiss Me Like Its The End Of The Fucking World

autumn yearning time why do i not have a bf that will watch horror movies cuddled up wearing each other's hoodie and walking through piles of crunchy leaves and me dragging him down to the empty beach even though it's freezing so i can go and collect rocks and just have fun together

im not arguing with a man with brown eyes. whatever you say gorgeous

sam and suzy from moonrise kingdom are t4t and transhet

going stealth means choosing between your safety and your community--a decision i never want to make. i fear the time to make that decision is drawing closer and closer. facial hair and muscle growth, a deep voice and adam's apple, blending in and keeping quiet. stifling excitement when i see someone like me. unable to speak up. hiding a pivotal part of who i am. fear. fear is on all sides of being trans. the side that holds most love is with my brothers and sisters, protesting and speaking out.

hey (with the intention of sharing a clementine with you) 

not to sound kinda gay or anything but i really want a guy to lie in bed with, our limbs intertwined as i nuzzle my head in that space between the neck and the collarbone, resting my hand on his chest as he gently intertwines his fingers in my hair, his hand on top of mine and we feel each others warmth while rain taps on the windows of our room

Trans Zuko

mac mcdonald is trans and you can fight me on this idc