hello love

If you're autistic, your special interest is there to bring you joy and meaning, not to somehow become your "special autism talent" which makes up for you being disabled. Don't let ableists imply otherwise.

Fucking horrifying how many people in the notes think this is a good thing. Like yeah, I’m sure that this time conservatives are actually concerned about the children. Absolutely no other reason at play here. Its never a red flag when the government wants your id to police your sexual habits. That’s never been dangerous to the queer comminity, or anyone else. Yall are disturbingly easy to brainwash into going along with fascist bullshit.

For one thing: take porn out of the equation. Ask why the government needs your ID attached to your online activities. Point out that these are being enacted by the political party that already wants to connect drag with porn. That wants to connect trans people existing in public with porn. That wants to make it illegal to order Plan B on the internet or across state lines. Ask why they trust that kind of viewpoint with policing online activity.

grief is so crazy like what if i forget what her laugh sounds like. does she know i loved her. i miss her so much. i catch myself doing things she used to do. i wish i could call her. i miss her so much. i do a crossword puzzle. i cry while washing the dishes. does she know i loved her? my heart feels like a hummingbird. i miss her so much. what if i forget what her laugh sounds like. what if i forget.

not getting what i want makes me sick

listen, i know my blog has some really hard kinks but i need to make this abundantly clear: everything needs to be consensual. consent is an absolute MUST. it’s not kink without consent. consent and safe words are mandatory if you want to partake in kink. if you partake in kink without consent, you are a dirtbag of a person and i hope you burn in hell.

Tbh drunk me is just regular me but 2x as honest and 10x as horny

(consumed with lust voice) omg what a fucking weirdo

Do you ever just want slow, lazy sex? Like, wake up early on a rainy Sunday and you’re spooning and you slide together like puzzle pieces that fit just perfectly. It’s hands, clutching each other close, whispered names and endearments, the slick, slow slide of bodies against each other till you’re coming, gasping and shaking softly, and then you’re kissing and cuddling and falling back asleep, wound together, safe and warm.

where’s my oscar for acting like i’m not falling apart