Latest Posts by noosemadeoutofroses - Page 5

do you love me enough to clean my glasses when my shirt isn’t the right fabric?

It's so healing and euphoric to be called her boyfriend, instant mixture of arousal and sweetness. Butch validation at it's finest for me, I'm her handsome boyfriend and she's my beautiful girlfriend, we're butch and femme

why does people info-dumping turn me into a love-stricken dumbass. like. i'll be listening to a girl yapping about what's on her mind or her interests or whatever else, and suddenly I have a painful urge to make out with her under the moonlight. what's up with that

i love being a butch, I love loving femmes, I love protecting femmes and taking care of them and giving them praise. I love being strong, being a caretaker for my pretty femme, being a protector and a loverboy. being a butch is beautiful, it's history, it's more than just being masculine.

May 10 1971 GAY Magazine

Drown me in you, until I forget how to be anyone but yours.

Late night drive while we hold hands

i want a bunny so bad i need a fluffy friend

snail 🐌

me rn in the sleet/ winter advisory/ blizzard advisory

(i love it)

straigbt up "under it" and by "it" well lets jusr say, my blankeys

my bad i’m ovulating

kiss me kiss me kiss me kiss me kiss me kiss me kiss me kiss me pls

not to be a filthy commie but I feel like maybe people should have the right to eat/drink & have their own homes no matter how much money they have

I talk with the moon about you, you know?

will you be my overexplainer if I'm an overthinker?

Falling asleep together while hugging each other >>>>>>>

The Drunk lives in a mysterious, detached reality with a deep desire for connection. This drunk, an alcoholic writer who is working on the next best seller finds the work unfulfilling, dreaming of days past where the pen moved through fire like it once has. The story lies in a reflection of that past life where deeply disturbed nightmares also reside which has resulted in the current self-isolated, faceless existence of the present.

The Gambler dreams of playing at the largest casino tables but is impulsive as he is clever and calculating. Living in the same house together, he bonds with The Drunk over talks of addiction and would prefer nothing more than to be constantly worked and rung out like a soaked sponge to remove himself from all temptation and regret.

The Lover is on the hunt for his darling and is as bold, hot-headed, and fiery as they come. He, who works at the same factory as The Drunk, talks of women and art and is quick to wave off all that is false and inauthentic about people, a true cynic repulsed by all things unattractive including his former life of degeneracy.

Overall, It's about that one day you realize you have been lying to yourself for 20 years and the great unraveling that follows, a conversation about writing, art, and self-acceptance. The soulful story of three degenerates begins here.

(It's in stores, but just message me or ask for a free pdf copy in the comments below. Reviews are the best way to support trans indie authors.)

Ottessa Moshfegh, from "Eileen: A Novel," originally published in 2015

“It was an act of self-preservation — however misguided it was”.

reblog if it's okay for your mutuals to message you and create an actual friendship, not just interactions

Unknown Flemish Master,

detail, Head of Medusa, 1600

At the Gates of Hell ~ Giacomo del Po; ca. 1703–08

She is the safest place I have ever known.