#sigh���yearning…

[confemme]

❆ ʾʿ ִ butches that pull you in for a kiss

❆ ʾʿ ִ butches that guide you down the street

❆ ʾʿ ִ butches that are little spoons

❆ ʾʿ ִ butches with beefy arms you can hold when walking with them

❆ ʾʿ ִ butches who give you their shoes after you spent the whole day in heels

❆ ʾʿ ִ butches who let you feed them

❆ ʾʿ ִ butches who automatically reach for their wallet whenever seeing you look at something for too long

❆ ʾʿ ִ butches who write poetry

❆ ʾʿ ִ butches with big feelings and dreams

❆ ʾʿ ִ butches who feel like they could reach up and touch the sky

❆ ʾʿ ִ butches who are tall

❆ ʾʿ ִ butches who are short

❆ ʾʿ ִ butches who are shy

❆ ʾʿ ִ butches who know how to flirt

butches butches butches

[scarameownya]

"where do you think you're going ?" but it's your fav pulling you back down on his dick after you tried to get up

[filenameghost]

i hate when men are funny and kind and smart and silly and caring and pretty. stop it dude you're ruining my sleep schedule.

[blue-willow-tree]

"I wore this top with a lot of cleavage so they'd stare all night"

I fear this will not work on me. I will be staring at the ceiling for the entire night. I will be responding to your questions with my eyes anywhere else but your general vicinity. I will scold my peripheral vision. I will be my own strongest soldier.

[aka-indulgence]

Nightmare gang except they're running a cafe together... they'll all grumpy baristas

[razz-matazz143]

"oh what inspired that work?" "what inspired that poem?" "An old relationship? someone you like?" No actually it's two doomed yaoi characters sorry :(

[iomooo]

[rosy-crow]

🎶Cmon angelll, let’s exchange the experienceee

[orangehalfpeeled]

day 81468427 no hideduo

[angelic--kitty]

woman who looks like sevika slutting me out

WHENNNNNN

AUGHHHHH GODDDDDDDD

if you look like this, call me

[oilith]

I need to be hugged. I need to be embraced, and wrapped in warm arms, my head against their chest, listening to their heartbeat. Under the thick, soft bedsheets, my warm breath grazing their neck, and their nose buried in my hair. Making light circles on their collarbones, lifting my hand to play with their hair. I need to feel their breath on my ear, while whispering sweet, loving words to eachother, only meant for our ears. Simply drifting in the warmth and sinking into eachother, as we bask in the moment

[ivynightshade]

fatima aamer bilal, from moony moonless sky’s ‘shame sighs in my chest like a spare set of lungs, i. the humiliation of being intolerable devours me.’

[text id: i never got to be a child. / i had a childhood, but i was never a kid; a worrying spine bending in a little body. / i was such a plotter with my schemes, trying to get everyone to like me. / to appear interesting, i always had a deck of cards on me. a hidden plea; play with me please? / i was so busy making up for my inadequate looks by trying to adapt new skills. / JACK OF ALL TRADES, MASTER OF NONE. JACK OF ALL TRADES, MASTER OF NONE. JACK OF ALL TRADES, MASTER OF NONE. JACK OF ALL TRADES, MASTER OF NONE. JACK OF ALL TRADES, MASTER OF NONE. JACK OF ALL TRADES, MASTER OF NONE. JACK OF ALL TRADES, MASTER OF NONE. / so caught up in, shaving skin and swallowing flaws. / i avoid looking into a mirror to an extent where my reflection takes me by surprise sometimes. / i thought it would be easier if i just forget. / i have borrowed this skin from my mother, and not once has she asked for it back. / around her, there's always an apology lodged up my throat: mother, i haven't made you very proud, have i? / being out in the open feels like canines tearing through my back. / i can't look into anyone's eyes, i fear i'll find the resentment that's surely there. / the biting ache of recognizing, 'unwanted' as my second name, birthed a hungry mouth, waiting for a hand. / so i wear different skins to be out in public and shed it like a snake between the walls of my room. / shame sighs in my chest like a spare set of lungs. the humiliation of being intolerable devours me. / a better punching bag than a person, and i try to make sure that i get the best punch out of everyone else. / it hurts less that way. / "every vacant seat is taken until you pass by. so was the space on the merry-go-round in the playground. must you be always this unbearable?" / and i wonder if my shadow wasn't tied to my feet, would it leave me? / burning for so long. / my fate is not a star, neither are ashes. just a fire that keeps flaring and blazes everything in its wake. / had barbed wires for nerves; never was easy to touch. / standing jagged under the withering sun, it's laughable how the only body that has grazed my own has the capacity to burn a million worlds. / but i must confess; i might just be the smoke. suffocating everything. / and i might just be a delightful creature. dressing up as an open wound in see-through gauze and expecting vultures to not pounce. / terrifyingly, i would be disappointed if they didn't and host a dinner for them. / hosting dinner for the vultures: an offering is an offering. be it made on an altar, a slaughterhouse, or to a kid in the playground. / what is the need of being wanted if not begging to be ripped open, in hopes of being found desirable? / the utensil to my misery: my hands. /and even if i were to cut them off, i would still be left with all the blood that is coursing through my veins.]

[sleepytoken]

[crescentfool]

orpheus and thanatos 💚

[thehanmas]

gonna "I love your biceps!" my way into a butch's life atp

[pedrospatch]

so how we doing out there