I may be a pervert and a creep and a weirdo and a freak and a deviant and a degenerate and debauchee and perverted and depraved and perverted and a fetishizer and romanticizer and crazy and deranged and evil and and
eating her out!! (gnawing on her guts and snarling)
when i look up at the stars, i feel comfort. the stars are all of the souls that lived before me, who were just destined to be star-crossed lovers, like us. maybe one day, we will be stars in the same beautiful night sky. maybe we will shine together, once more.
*flirting* sorry about the blood in my mouth i wish it was yours
me and who
yum
✞ 666 ✞
is she even real??
pour one out for trans peeps who have one foot in the closet cus they don’t want their parents knowing but wanna be out in other places like work or school,
who don’t want to change things about themself just to “pass”,
who “look cis” because they don’t have their hair a certain way, bind, pack, tuck, take hormones, or dress a certain way
who get misgendered, not out of maliciousness, but because they can’t tell unless you tell them
none of this makes you “less transgender” and less transgender isn’t a thing. you’re trans. it came free with your complicated relationship with gender
my toxic trait is acting big bold in messages knowing full well i'll get all blushy and shy when in person >:3
people who experience psychosis and anger issues and paranoia and delusions and intrusive thoughts and addiction and dissociation and other “ugly” non-romanticized mental health issues i love you and i believe you and you are not a bad person