"Switch Sylus with bratty sub tendencies," I say into the mic. The crowd boos. I begin to walk off in shame, when a voice speaks and commands silence from the room. "She's right," they say. I look for the owner of the voice. There in the 2nd row stands: Sylus.
nobody say a fucking word about tumblr we can’t remind these billionaires we exist
started occasionally dressing masc on campus to pick up the slack of my fellow lesbians (all jokes) but likeeee why do i feel kinda sexy with my little boxers peeking out my pants 🙈🙈
i don’t have any rights when it comes to them
made some silly things once again. part 4/?
Crédits artist @janechu1
this is so my girlfriend
butch in a househusband kinda way. butch in a guy who wears ugly t-shirts while working on the grill kinda way. butch in the guy who makes really sloppy looking meals that are surprisingly good kinda way. butch in a "currently collecting every piece of merch about an interest you both share" kinda way. butch in a "nah im paying for that." kinda way. butch in a passenger prince kinda way. yeah. yeah i enjoy being butch and the multiple aspects of myself that i find lend themselves to butchness