I Want A Boyfriend So That We Can Call Eachother ‘lover Boy’. Is That Too Much To Ask?

8 Months of Living to Please My Soul

[8 months on testosterone warrants a face reveal for the blog]

imagine he wakes up earlier than u and u see him sitting on da kitchen countertop with tea and looking at the sun rising and it reflects on his hair and makes it look like he has a halo and he doesnt know ur watching and u just

Thinking about laying in bed with a boy during the early hours of the morning, preferably during a rainstorm. I would lay my head on his chest or shoulder, and we would both listen to the rain and each others heartbeats

no offense but if a dude called me babe darling angel or prince i’d marry him on the spot

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.

i want to cuddle with someone for the night. i want someone to pet my hair, and for me to play with theirs. i want to hold hands. i want someone to calm me down when im panicking in the middle of the night. i want to wake up in someone's arms.

i want to hold a pretty boys face between my hands, squish his cheeks and kiss him all over.

need a boy to listen to steve lacy with

to be by your side.