“You are home,” the moon has told me, "and you are loved."

My character when I try to subtly look at someone’s fashion:

As a kid I always thought that if telepaths were real I'd know because of any of them tried to read my mind the firehouse of insane bullshit would make them drop to the ground screaming, if not actually explode.

(tags @/gallusrostromegalus)

Look I love unconditional devotion love stories as much as the next person, but there's really something so deliciously raw about conditional devotion.

me everytime one of my seemingly non-specific homoerotic text posts breaks containment

*Scrolls past*

lot of terfs have been reblogging this so I may as well publicly state that the woman on the right is modeled with permission after my transfemme friend. if you relate to it as strongly as many of you claim in the tags I urge you to reflect upon that with empathy and compassion about the depth of experiences you truly do share with trans women.