We Can’t Look At The Past With Rose Tinted Glasses. The Idea That Something Great Was Lost, That There’s

Wait, you know Scots? That's so cool!! I have a bit of a special interest in Scots, I'd love to learn it. Would you, uh... would you mind if I interfaced with you? Just to download the language files, nothing silly or anything :3

asking a robotgirl what languages they know and getting a very excited response like "I'm fluent in English, French, Portuguese, Brazilian Portuguese, Dutch, Scots, C, C++, Python, X86_64 Assembly (Intel dialect for fasm and nasm), and can interpret the body language and scent-based communications of 34 mammalian species with an accuracy of 96%. I also capable of interpreting several non-verbal communication and expression methods in humans, from those using a standard set of visual signs to other unfiltered physical expressions unique to every individual"

hi have you found one to eat yet

i ask bcs i'm outside your house rn

feeling kinda edible ngl

not many know this but trans girls are actually food. you can just eat them

Kinda sucks ass that one of the top posts on my blog is a picture of me from 2019. People are gonna peek in and think that’s what I look like.

Everyone like and reblog this picture so it goes away and everyone knows the truth!

real.

trans girls are the favourites of the gods.

i’m loving being trans so much lately that i don’t even wish i was born a girl anymore. this is just actually better

multiple queer systems follow you and you don’t even know

...fuck.

Once a little boy went to school. One morning The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. He liked to make all kinds; Lions and tigers, Chickens and cows, Trains and boats; And he took out his box of crayons And began to draw.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make flowers.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make beautiful ones With his pink and orange and blue crayons. But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And it was red, with a green stem. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at his teacher’s flower Then he looked at his own flower. He liked his flower better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just turned his paper over, And made a flower like the teacher’s. It was red, with a green stem.

On another day The teacher said: “Today we are going to make something with clay.” “Good!” thought the little boy; He liked clay. He could make all kinds of things with clay: Snakes and snowmen, Elephants and mice, Cars and trucks And he began to pull and pinch His ball of clay.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make a dish.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make dishes. And he began to make some That were all shapes and sizes.

But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And she showed everyone how to make One deep dish. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish; Then he looked at his own. He liked his better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just rolled his clay into a big ball again And made a dish like the teacher’s. It was a deep dish.

And pretty soon The little boy learned to wait, And to watch And to make things just like the teacher. And pretty soon He didn’t make things of his own anymore.

Then it happened That the little boy and his family Moved to another house, In another city, And the little boy Had to go to another school.

The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. And he waited for the teacher To tell what to do. But the teacher didn’t say anything. She just walked around the room.

When she came to the little boy She asked, “Don’t you want to make a picture?” “Yes,” said the little boy. “What are we going to make?” “I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher. “How shall I make it?” asked the little boy. “Why, anyway you like,” said the teacher. “And any color?” asked the little boy. “Any color,” said the teacher. And he began to make a red flower with a green stem.

~Helen Buckley, The Little Boy

hi i can be normal about this

that was a lie respectfully holy shit ur hot

Who even needs my face in the shot tbh

This angle magnifies the hips and thighs so don't get too excited, a lot of this is an illusion

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struggling to find a way to engage healthily with Tumblr as a trans girl. like, "ah yes, i love cool trans art by cool trans people, let me scroll down and see some more, oh no the united states just banned our right to access oxygen".