i go absolutely ape shit buck wild when people ask me if i want to run errands with them like Let’s Fucking Go. and my mind absolutely maxes out of dopamine when they ask if i wanna stop for coffee. and if someone took me to the park id go bonkers in funcking yonkers

i got so high last night that i started ghostwriting for a golden retriever apparently

a concept: me, in my cottage, in front of the wood stove, sipping tea. looking outside, my bees are pollinating my expansive garden. my goats and chickens and cows are happy and safe. i feel content with my choices and my future. i unconditionally and recklessly love myself. the local children believe i am a witch. 

Happy pride month to chubby trans men with bigger chests, wider hips and thighs, and rounder faces. Having bigger and rounder features doesn’t make you any less masculine or any less handsome, I love you! 💙

I’m so tired!!! All the time!! And then I feel bad for not doing anything all day!!

girls don’t want boys and makeup, they want security of the nhs and the end of a tory government