Happy Birthday Guillermo!!! 🥳

Fastest reblog of my life holy shit

Silly Spring Shenanigans

Happy Easter y'all! I know im a bit late but i just had to do my Monday post. I've been doin monday posts for the last year and I'm not about to change that now 😤

Decided to get a little spicier since y'all liked what i did last time, lemme know if y'all are for it or if i should tone it down a bit ✌️

All are welcome ^-^

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Recently I’ve been seeing a strange amount of women with mustaches and I have to say, I’m really digging the look.

Sounds like I need to get on prog

Since starting progesterone, I swear it’s like someone rewired my entire emotional circuitry.

At first, it was just about friends—people who were kind, supportive, and just… safe. But now? It’s deeper. It’s like this pull. I need to see them again. I need to know they’re okay. Do they miss me? Do they feel the same pull?

Suddenly, I’m craving touch and closeness in ways I never expected. Like, why do I want to hug everyone and just… stay there? My brain keeps slipping into autopilot, and I catch myself staring at someone thinking, “God, they’re so cute and hot and perfect and I just want to—” And then I have to slam on the brakes before I blurt something out and make things awkward.

But honestly? I kind of love it. It’s messy and intense, but it’s so alive. Before transitioning, I was… numb. I didn't know how to care because I never really needed to. I kept people at arm’s length. Messages annoyed me. Socializing felt like a chore.

Now? I love it. I get excited when someone i know messages me. I’ll stare at my phone waiting for that “hello” from my favorite people. It fills me with emotions in ways I didn’t know I was starving for. It feels like proof—proof that someone thought of me. Me, specifically.

I just wish people messaged first more often. Because if I reach out to you, it means something. It means I care, maybe even more than I should admit out loud.

😉

bring back tumblr ask culture let me. bother you with questions and statements

fuck you hostile architecture fuck you requiring proof of someone’s address fuck you removing benches fuck you street sweeps fuck you pay-to-unlock bathrooms fuck you anti-encampment laws fuck you parking meters fuck you homeless shelters/hostels that make you pay, that have a cap on the amount of personal belongings you can have, that have rampant unaddressed abuse fuck you anti-homeless laws fuck you police fuck you fuck everything that criminalises being homeless

🥺

God i need to fucking bite someone so bad

Fuck it, I’m done waiting, I’m not gonna let anyone else control MY destiny. MY BODY MY CHOICE. I’m doing DIY HRT.

:3

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