Idk what to do

“scientists don’t want you know” is a phrase that always cracks me up because if you actually meet a scientist they will be shaking and crying like an overstimulated chihuahua with the need to let you know

i love you regional differences in food. i love you ingredients i've never heard of. i love you specific shapes of dumplings. i love you food that tastes better homemade. i love you food you can never make the same at home. i love you hot plate of chips and fresh salsa the moment you sit down at the table. i love you cash only holes in the wall. i love you the only place in town that makes it right. i love you arguing about which place is the best but they're all good. i love you spice that makes your mouth go numb. i love you comfort food you only eat when you're sick. i love you 'im glad i tried it but i'm never eating that again'. i love you favorite food i havent had yet

i know i’ve talked about this before but it’s really insane when you were passively suicidal for two decades and out of the blue you catch yourself saying shit like “i’ve been trying to eat a lot of fibre because i don’t want to risk colorectal cancer in my 40s” like okay … 40s are part of the plan now?

MI GENTE LATINO (Im filipino)

need an older butch to manhandle me

need her strapping me down so hard so the only sounds filling the room is her hips slapping against my ass and the most pathetic sounding whimpers coming from me🫠

"girl. be serious" remains the most powerful sentence in English I think

As how some butches tie their butchness into their gender identity, I very much feel the same with my femmeness. I don’t identify with womanhood, I’m not a woman, I’m a femme. When I dated a man, I felt so out of place in my femininity, like any time I tried to engage with it I was putting on an ill fitting costume. I developed gender dysphoria, wore baggy clothes, hated how much I had to force myself to “like” it when a man would express sexual interest in me. But since the realisation that I was made for lesbianism, suddenly being feminine felt so right. It’s a performance, sure, but now it’s mine, it’s for the dykes, it’s for butches, and when they express interest in my femininity and sexuality it’s downright euphoric. Life is better when you find your place with your gender expression and know who you want to invite to see your performance.

Tits ungroped... Ass unsqueezed... Waist untouched... Face ungrabbed... It's a sad day.

desperate femme this.. desperate femme that.. give me a desperate butch. give me a butch who’s begging to touch me. give me a butch who’s so far gone the only thing they can do is stare and look like they’re about to jump on me.

hopeless romantic with trust issues and a sex drive out the roof

I need to be domestic with you; I’ll cook, clean, do the diy, all that stuff but then also I need that intense heated passionate sex. It’s called balance