𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲𝐫𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐄𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚

listening to donald trump speak is like nails on a fucking whiteboard

Vent comic about female beauty

Lucas pats the grass beside him. Lady obeys and sits down next to him. They are close, Lady can hear her neighbor’s breathing. Lucas looks at Lady, admiring her features. He reaches his hand across the grass timidly, their fingers touch gently. 

     Lady takes notice of this and looks at Lucas with a longing, his shirt is tighter than usual and she sees the wrap underneath to bind his chest. She put her hand back into her lap quickly. Lucas’s smile dropped.

     “Lady,” he pauses, “what do you think of me?” She looked at him again,

     “What do you mean?” 

Lucas looks down at his chest, and back to Lady.

     “I know you think that there’s something wrong with me.” Lady fidgeted with the locket around her neck.

     “I don’t think you're ill. I’m just worried about you,” she tilted her head slightly, as if to examine him. “I’m afraid I won’t see you in Heaven.”

     “Oh, Lady.” Lucas’ eyes softened and his face became sympathetic, “I’m going to Hell either way.” Lady’s eyes watered.

     “No, you’re a good person.” Lucas laughed a bit, a lump formed in his throat.

     “Hun, we're all going to Hell. No one in this town is really a good person, at least not how God sees it.” Lucas reached for Lady’s hand, she allowed him to take it.

“I honestly think you’re a fucking angel Lady, believe me. But you don’t think you’re good enough. You’ll never be good enough to them [Lady’s parents].” Tears fell down Lady’s face. 

“I love you Lady.”

     “I can’t love you Lucas.”

     “I know.”

     Lady let go of his hand and looked to the sky again.

“You didn’t say you didn’t love me.” Lucas looked for something in her face, something in her eyes, something that would tell him how she really felt.

     “That’s because I don’t not love you,” Lady wiped her face with her sleeve.

“I do,” she gasped and began to cry, “I do Lucas, but I can’t.” 

     Lucas pulled her into an embrace.

     “You can Lady.”

     “But what about God?” Her grip tightened.

     “God can’t hurt us here,” Lucas let go of the embrace to look into Lady's eyes, “if loving you is a sin, then maybe Heaven isn’t really worth it.” 

     Lady sobbed, “but Lucas I want to go to Heaven.”

     “To me you are Heaven, is that enough for you?”

     “I don’t know what to tell you, Lucas, and I don’t know what to do anymore. I’m dirty and sinful and I’m trying my hardest to be worth something, anything.”

     “You’re worth everything to me.”

     “Does God really care about any of us in this cruel world?”

     “I don’t know Lady, I don’t know.” 

     Lady stood up and grabbed her bag to leave. Lucas quickly got up after her.

    “Lady..?”

    “This isn’t going to work, Lucas. I’m sorry, but you knew this was always how it was going to end.” She frowned at him.

     Lucas watched her leave. He always knew it was going to end like this; and he couldn’t do anything about it. All he could do was watch her leave. 

     And that’s what he did. No goodbyes, he didn’t deserve that pleasure. Because after all she was right, he was a sinner.

fuck you all. midwest miku

hearst castle, san simeon ca //

im tired of trans men/mascs always having to make themselves smaller for the sake of not being berated by both the queer 'community' and cishet folk alike.

oh, your name is bug, you like big eyeliner and dyed hair, kandi, and use he/they? you're too trans, you're embarrassing the community.

you're stealth? you exclusively want to dress and present male? you don't want anyone to know your trans? what are you, ashamed of yourself? do you hate other queers? you need to out yourself to make fem people feel safe!

you're a trans boy but you like pink, frills and dresses, your hair is long and you don't bind? faker. you're making the whole community look bad. you are not actually trans.

you want to take testosterone, get jacked, shave your head and grow a beard? you are making women uncomfortable, you can't call yourself a trans man anymore bcs you pass too well, you aren't welcomed in this community.

see, see how there is never any winning? and still, i come online everyday and see trans people infighting, all of these things are said by both cis transphobes and actual people who call themselves transgender. just stop it. whoever you are, be proud, take up space, and especially make room for other trans people who are different than you. being a transmed or whatever is doing just as much help for both the trans community and yourselves as, like, the trump administration has.

me nd my besties new bracelets after i forced him to read tsoa 😋

Albert Aublet, "Selene", 1880

🐍the Slytherin gang🐍

I had so much fun with these! loving seeing them all together 💚🩶🖤

I’m not saying I’m in love, but I look for our initials on those cheesy “meant to be” TikToks