goraturtle
goraturtle
toxic butchculinity
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Bee. 28. Butch Lesbian. White. If you have any questions, just shoot! :)
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goraturtle · 10 hours ago
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i dont care if mondays rife,tuesday qednesday full of strife, thursday fuck my baka life, its friday im in sucks
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goraturtle · 14 hours ago
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psa even butches should get the princess treatment sometimes psa even butches should be able to wear makeup or shave their pussies sometimes remember to tag your hashtag mascs in bikinis hashtag mascs in little black dresses hashtag fem makeover don't let toxic masculinity limit you your hair looks so nice a little longer i just want to know what you'd look like with a little bit of eyeliner i love it when you queen out with me i like you better when you're like this why aren't you always like this why aren't you always like this
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goraturtle · 15 hours ago
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how it feels knowing that loneliness is still time spent with the world
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goraturtle · 20 hours ago
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Lake Mungo (2008) dir. Joel Anderson
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goraturtle · 21 hours ago
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Dandadan | Ep19 | I can’t let a lady be all by herself this late at night! Let’s hurry on home. Boy, it’s cold. “Since it’s cold…”
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goraturtle · 2 days ago
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1996
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goraturtle · 2 days ago
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goraturtle · 3 days ago
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bro, you gotta get on tumblr. its like a public diary that anyone can make fun of or report to the police
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goraturtle · 4 days ago
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So it turns out I actually have to build the life I want to live
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goraturtle · 4 days ago
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goraturtle · 4 days ago
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“We got real furniture. I mean, it was Salvation Army, but it was real. Our names were printed inside a heart on the dishtowel that hung on the refrigerator door handle. We got it made at Crystal Beach. It was a brave thing to do. But later we spilled loganberry juice on it, so we used it for dishes because we couldn’t bring ourselves to throw it out. And there were marigolds in amber glasses on the windowsill, daisies in a green cut-glass vase on the kitchen table, fresh mint and basil growing in a flower box on the porch. It was a home. I grew up in leaps and bounds. I learned to reduce the anxieties of life by paying bills on time, keeping receipts and promises, doing laundry before I ran out of underwear, picking up after myself. Most importantly, I learned to say I’m sorry. This relationship was too vital to let dust accumulate in its corners.”
— Leslie Feinberg, Stone Butch Blues
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goraturtle · 4 days ago
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The Kien Valley with the Bluemlisalp Massif Ferdinand Hodler (1853–1918) The National Gallery, London
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goraturtle · 4 days ago
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San Francisco, 1996
photos by Chloe Sherman
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goraturtle · 4 days ago
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summertime ☀︎
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goraturtle · 5 days ago
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goraturtle · 5 days ago
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goraturtle · 5 days ago
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Line read that keeps me up at night
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