it’s like I DO want to be feminine in the way a man is feminine. if I’m performing feminity I don’t want it to be read as an inherent reflection of my gender and who I am. I don’t want someone to call me ma’am or be called a girl. like. it’s drag. only it can’t be drag for me, because it’s not actually subverting anything, is it? so I’m in this spot where I either cannot allow myself any femininity or I do and accept the consequences of perception. my wearing eyeliner isn’t a subversion, a quiet rebellion, it’s perceived as fulfilling an expectation. somehow I can never be masc enough to be percieved as I want to be, so any introduction of femininity feels like a defeat. and yet sometimes I want to wear the pretty things that are still in my closet! or play around with makeup. but it isn’t a young boy getting into his mother’s vanity and heels, it’s growing up into the fulfillment of the wants of the mother and the rest of society as a blank whole.
chicago failed me, all resale by the time i got through the queue guess i get to just hope for more dates :(
card declined three times trying to get toronto tickets and now i have to try to get tickets during an exam but save me chicago
Floating face down in a blank word document file, while not physically possible, is nevertheless a tangible authorial state.
Excuse me King, seems like you dropped this
bruh my name is banned what
The word Bald has also been banned since the 2017 purge, so it's blocked for both iOS and non-iOS users
things you are not allowed to be on tungl.hell:
a blonde a brunette a red head bald
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if i were simply a ball of moss with no thoughts or feelings that would be great thanks
Magical creature 💕
ahhahah what if we disappeared into the forest together never to be heard of again except in local legends
jkjk
...unless
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