lying in between my femmes legs admiring her pussy get soaking wet just from a couple of thigh kisses

Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear so immediately that the two of you, on some level, belong together. As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you’re in love or creating things together or foxhole buddies or partners in crime. It’s so clear, right off the bat, that this is what you’re supposed to be doing, that this is what you’re for. You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest of circumstances, and they help you make a life. I don’t know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but. It definitely makes me believe in something.

You aren’t a real true femme lover if you only care, love and protect the skinny, white, cis femmes !!!

I love tumblr bc it feels like im talking to a wall and sometimes the wall responds

pussy slapping is severely underrated