You Good, Friend?

as my final act of love I will disappear

first in my bloodline to read this much gay fanfiction

not to sound like a medieval peasant but, cheese and bread. garlic and butter. a menagerie of spices. potatoes. that’s what life is all about right there.

why is it suffering summer and not sex summer

ban men's sports i have seen enough

my body knows something that i don’t and i can’t get her to talk to me

whenever a butch shaves their armpits or happy trail an angel loses its wings

laughing/giggling together during sex is probably like the purest and cutest thing ever btw

tired in a way that sleep doesn't fix

it's literally all about having a primary public gender and a secondary personal gender