Trans Girls, In My Experience, Have Largely Lived An Existence In Which For The Vast Majority Of Our

*Attenborough voice*

And here we see the uncommon transfem in her natural habitat, scrolling Tumblr, hugging her IKEA brand blahaj and eating stale biscuits at 2am. Based on her slumped position, self-comforting body language (such as rocking back and forth), as well as her generally unkempt look, we can infer that she is currently undergoing a depressive episode. Ah, she's about to cry again. Let us move on.

enough about the timeloop I wanna hear about the post-timeloop.

person who just got over the horror of being trapped in a loop and settled into a comfortable routine...but then the timeloop breaks and they struggle to reacclimatize. person trapped in a loop for years who grieved their loved ones—who are suddenly back and acting like nothing happened (because for them nothing did). teenager who aged physically and mentally during the timeloop and now they're so much older than they're supposed to be. random strangers who were trapped in a loop together relieved to get away from each other at last, but feeling oddly bereft of familiar company. service worker who is pissed as fuck to have to go back to work

waking up to see 8 new tumblr things in my activity feed is lowkey terrifying

Yeah sex is cool but have you ever had a slice of warm buttered freshly baked bread

you want to give the dragon chin scritchies you want to feel the purr of a content dragon wrapped around you you want dragon cuddles you want dragon to give you kissies you want to fall asleep wrapped safely tucked in dragon warm embrace

muzzles look so good on people it's hard to even remember they weren't designed for them to begin with.

Need to rewatch Violet Evergarden soon. For reasons.

i think a lot about how many dead discords i'm still in entirely out of hope that maybe one day we'll be able to speak again

Reblog to BITE prev

Lipstick marks have nothing on hickies. Like, one is the residue of a "beauty product" sold to women as part of a patriarchal demand that they conform to impossible standards of beauty, and the other is something you did yourself, a labor, a work of art in the medium of your own lips and lungs and teeth on your lovers skin.